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Haven Lost
by Curtis James Coffey (de_cafe6914@yahoo.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Drama   User Review: ****
While awaiting prosecution, one man tells the story about his involvement with a crime family, where he learns about the bonds of blood, family, and friendship. Soon his world begins to fall apart, and as it does, he learns the hard way about the dangers of the life, and the agony of betrayal.

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On the steps of City Hall, three male corpses lay in pools
of blood.

Around the dead bodies are panicking civilians, scattering
to and fro, or cowering in fear.

Down in the street, a man holds a smoking Tommy Gun. He
turns around as POLICE OFFICERS point their weapons at him
and shout barely audible words at him.

The man is MICHAEL SORIANO, an every-day looking chap in a
pinstripe suit. There's nothing truly defining about his
appearance, except for something in his eyes. They show a
glimpse of a haunted man.

Two OFFICERS jump at him, turn him around, pin him against a
car, and cuff him. Michael doesn't resist. He cooperates.
You're going away for a while,
wise guy.
Michael nods his head, grimacing.
Michael calmly sits in the interrogation room, his hands
folded, resting on the table.

The door opens, and DET. MARK GALLAGHER enters, cup of
coffee in one hand, some papers in the other. Det. Gallagher
is a sarcastic, passive jerk.

He sits down across from Michael, eyeing him.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I'm Detective Mark Gallagher.
Michael extends his hand, and Det. Gallagher just looks at
it curiously. He then returns his gaze to Michael.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
As much as I would love to become
best friends, I have time
constraints. So, if you please,
let's not waste any time and get


                       DET. GALLAGHER (cont'd)
down to business. What happened
out there today?
It's pretty obvious what happened
out there, detective. Those men
are dead, and I shot them.
Det. Gallagher writes something on one of the papers.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I'll go ahead and take that as
your confession. That was easy
enough. Honesty is always the best
policy, Mr. Soriano. Even when
you're a murderer.
Call me Michael.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I know that you know that you're
going to prison for a long time.
You're feeling scared and
insecure, I'm sure, but really,
I'm not a good candidate to be
your Pen Pal.
Exchanging first names is a common
courtesy. Even criminals and cops
can be courteous.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I use first names for friends and
colleagues and sometimes animals.
I'm going to keep this as
professional as I can between us.
Very well. I understand.
Det. Gallagher takes out a cigarette and lights it.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
You smoke?
Michael extends his hand for a cigarette, and Det. Gallagher
puts the cigarette case back in his pocket.


                       DET. GALLAGHER
Good, then you won't mind if I do.
Michael brings his hand back in, looking at Det. Gallagher
with a combination of amusement and irritation.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
The city is taking particular
interest in this case because of
the high profiles and reputations
of the men you shot this
afternoon. Men that you were once
associated with, correct?
                       DET. GALLAGHER
We have our own assumptions about
what the Stucchio family is
involved in. Unfortunately, we've
never been able to prove it, as
you well know when they walked
today. If you're willing to
cooperate, we may be able to
strike a deal with the city
Keep it. I've got nothing left.
Nobody to protect. Nothing to
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Good. Less strings for me to bust
my ass to pull.
Det. Gallagher slides a paper over to Michael, as well as a
                       DET. GALLAGHER
You need to be aware that
everything you say in this room is
being listened to, recorded, and
may be used in court against you.
I'm aware.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Good. Sign your soul away, then.


Michael signs the paper and slides it back to Det.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Now, what's your involvement with
the Stucchios?
For this to make any sense, and
for you to get any of the
information you want, I'd have to
go to the beginning. It's a long
Det. Gallagher inhales deeply on his cigarette.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
As long as it's not a boring
story, I've got plenty of time. I
have a short attention span. It's
why I became a cop.
Very well.
A large delivery truck cruises down the road.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
It was three years ago. I was a
delivery man, and I often made
deliveries at the Stucchio Deli
and Diner. Over the years, I'd
gotten to know them fairly well.
The truck stops in front of the little diner/deli, and
Michael gets out of the truck.

He walks to the back of it, opens the doors, grabs a box,
and carries it into the diner.
Michael steps inside the diner.

Behind the counter, PAULIE STUCCHIO is serving a regular
customer, VICKY WILLIS.


Paulie is very Italian.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Paulie Stucchio ran the deli. He
was Don Stucchio's only son, and
heir to the family business when
the Don died.
All right, there you go, Vicky. I
recommend you use that within the
next two days, otherwise it may
Don't worry, Paulie. I'm making it
for tonight.
Well no worries, then. Anything
special you're preparing?
I'm doing a veal scallopini. It's
Jim's birthday tonight, so I'm
making him something special.
Terrific. Don't let the meat cook
for too long. Nothing worse than
over cooked veal.
I know, I've got it covered.
Thanks Paulie.
It's my pleasure. I live to serve.
You're too kind. Take care. I'll
see you next week. Give my regards
to the family.
Vicky turns to leave.
Will do. We'll see you soon. Tell
Jim I says Happy Birthday.
I will.


Vicky walks past Michael, who nods his head curtly.
Good afternoon.
Vicky walks out, and we now notice that one of the tables in
the diner is occupied.

Sitting at it is JOEY LEONE, and the VELTRI brothers, NEIL

Joey fixes his cold eyes on Michael, who nods as he walks
by, approaching the counter.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Joey was the family's hired gun.
Explosive and violent temper. If
the man had a heart, it was frozen
solid years ago. A real loose
cannon, that one. You never wanted
him to pay you a visit.
Morning, Paulie.
Hey, Michael! How ya doin'?
I'm healthy and I'm working.
Amen for that, right?
Michael sets the box down onto the counter, and Paulie takes
it and disappears into the back.

THERESA STUCCHIO walks out of the kitchen, a smile on her
Hey, Mikey! I thought I heard your
sweet voice! How are you, my boy?
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Theresa Stucchio was the Don's
wife. A real sweet lady. The
classic Italian. I always wondered


                       MICHAEL (cont'd)
what she was doing with a man like
the Don. She treated everyone like
I'm okay, Mrs. Stucchio. How are
Busy as always! You just got
married, didn't you?
Last week, yeah.
Oh, yes. She's great.
Fabulous. You should bring her in
for dinner one night.
I would love to, but money is
really tight with us right now.
It's on the house.
No, I couldn't.
Nonsense. I insist.
Of course! Please, anytime.
Thank you, Mrs. Stucchio.
Bah. But I've got sauce on that
needs attending to. Take care of
yourself. Come and see us anytime.


I will. Take care.
Theresa walks back into the kitchen, and Paulie returns from
the back, an envelope in his hand.
Here you go, Mikey.
Paulie hands Michael the envelope, who takes it.
Thanks, Paulie.
There's a little something extra
in there from Mr. Stucchio.
No, I can't accept that.
It would be an insult if you
didn't. It's a wedding gift.
You're all too kind.
We take care of those that take
care of us.
I don't know how to thank you.
Then don't.
Okay. I'll see you soon, then.
Lookin' forward to it. Say hi to
the new Mrs. for me.
I will. Give Mr. Stucchio my
Of course.


Michael heads for the door, Joey's cold eyes still fixed on

Michael looks at him, smiles, and exits.
Michael's car rides through the streets, heading home.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
And that's the way it was for me.
I worked as much as I could, but
times were tough, and money was
hard to earn. I appreciated the
extra money from the Stucchio's,
and inside I hoped I would get
The car pulls up to a small house. Michael gets out of the
car, and enters the house.
Michael enters the kitchen, where his wife, JUDY SORIANO, is
finishing cooking dinner.
Hello, love.
How was work?
Michael kisses Judy, and opens the ice box, getting some
Slower than usual. I think they're
going to start cutting hours
Judy moves dinner onto the kitchen table, and sits down.
Michael joins her at the table.
Because business is slow. People
are buying less and less.


So then what are you going to do?
I haven't figured it out yet.
We can't lose the house.
I know, Judy.
Michael takes some cash out of his pocket.
Where did you get that?
The Stucchio's gave it to us.
What did you do?
Nothing. It's a wedding present.
I don't want you taking anything
from those people, Michael.
They're crooked.
They're decent people.
Judy begins serving dinner.
Maybe to you, but I've heard the
same rumors everyone else has. I'm
not a fool, and neither are you.
I'm not getting involved with
them, so relax.
Good. Now say grace, please.
Michael and Judy both bow their heads for prayer.


Michael walks inside the warehouse he works from.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Things only got worse for me from
Michael's boss, ROBERT JOHNSON, approaches Michael, who is
getting ready to climb inside his truck.
Michael, hold on a minute.
Michael turns and faces his boss.
Yeah, boss?
Before you head out, I need to
talk to you. In the office.
A look of concern crosses Michael's face, but he follows his
boss into the cramped little "office."
What is it?
First, I just want you to know
that you're a great worker, and I
really appreciate how hard you
work for me.
Thank you, Mr. Johnson.
Don't thank me yet.
I have a feeling I'm not going to
like where this is going to go.
Robert sighs.
As you know, times are hard and
business has gotten slow.


I've gotta lay half of my drivers
off, and, as much as I'd love to
keep you, you're still relatively
I've worked here for two years,
I know, but others still have
seniority over you. Today will be
your last route. I'm sorry,
Michael. I wish I could keep you.
I understand.
There's an awkward silence for a moment, and Michael shifts
Well, I better get started on my
Right. I'll call you if it picks
up again, yeah?
Sure. Thanks, Robert.
Michael walks out.
The delivery truck slowly rides through the city.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I couldn't believe my luck, and
although I didn't know it, for
better or for worse, my luck was
about to change.
Michael enters the diner with a small dolly filled with

Paulie is behind the counter.


Joey is sitting at one of the tables by himself.
Hey! Mikey! That time of the week
Paulie notices that something is bothering Michael.
Everything all right with you? You
seem kinda down.
This is my last delivery.
Michael unloads the boxes onto the counter, and Paulie
stacks them onto the floor behind the counter.
What? For today?
No. They're laying me off.
No shit?
No shit.
You gotta be kidding me. You've
been with them a long time.
Not long enough, apparently.
Seniority rules.
It's those damn unions. I'm sorry
for your troubles. Anything we can
do for ya?
Michael shakes his head.
Not unless you can find me another


Paulie ponders for a moment.
I wish I could. I'll keep my eyes
open, huh?
Yeah, thanks. I appreciate that.
Are your parents in today?
Nah. Papa's got a business meeting
and Ma's taking the day off.
Give them my best wishes, yeah?
Sure thing, Mikey.
Paulie heads to the back and returns with an envelope,
handing it to Michael.
Here you go.
Thanks. It's been a pleasure.
Likewise. Stop in and see us
sometime. Bring the wife.
Will do.
Michael turns around and begins to leave.
Don't worry, Mikey. Things'll pick
up. You'll see.
I hope so.
Paulie picks up a box and walks to the back with it.

As Michael walks past the table Joey is sitting at, Joey
raises his hand to stop him.

Michael looks at him.


What's up, Joey?
I know you've got trouble. You
want to earn some extra dough,
call this number.
Joey hands Michael a phone number.
I don't -
Don't say anything. Just think
about it.
Joey goes back to reading his paper.

Michael looks at the number, and exits.
Michael enters his bedroom. It's dark, and Judy is lying in
bed, asleep.

Michael undresses, and climbs into bed next to her. She
Hey, honey.
You went to bed early.
Not feeling well.
Should I call the doctor tomorrow?
No, I'll be fine. Work okay?
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I couldn't find the words to tell
her. She was sick, and the last
thing I wanted was to place
another burden on her.
Michael kisses her back.


Work was good.
'kay. Good.
Michael kisses the back of her neck, and she drifts back
into sleep.

Michael rolls onto his back, and looks up at the ceiling,
Michael sits at the kitchen table, spreading jam onto a
piece of bread.

Judy joins him, still looking ill.
Good morning, dear.
Feeling any better?
I wish. I was hoping to do some
gardening today.
Sure I shouldn't call a doctor for
I'll be fine. We can't afford a
doctor right now, anyway. Just
take care of work and I'll take
care of me.
Michael takes a bite, thinking. He looks at Judy, wanting to
give her the news.
What is it?
Michael thinks some more, then smiles, shaking his head.
Nothing. I've got to go to work. I
love you. Get some rest.


Have a good day.
Det. Gallagher puts out a cigarette, looking at Michael.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
So, you were deceptive to your
wife. Tsk, tsk.
You would have done the same.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
On the contrary, I would not,
because I am not married.
Therefore, I have no reason to be
deceptive to anyone. I do hope
that you're not creating this
story to invoke some sort of pity
from me as to your reasoning for
committing your crimes.
Absolutely not. I have no false
pretenses about my fate. I am not
telling you any of this in the
hopes that you might see me as a
better person than I am in
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Good. Proceed.
Michael steps inside a flower shop.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I went all over town looking for
another job.
Michael enters a bakery.


                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I figured if I could get another
job, I wouldn't have to tell Judy
I was fired.
Michael speaks with a FISH SALESMAN.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Unfortunately, everywhere I went,
I was given the same response.
Michael exits the city's Taxi HQ, shaking his head.

He puts a cigarette in his mouth, and searches his pockets
for some matches.

He pulls out the card that Joey gave him.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I didn't trust Joey, and I knew
Judy told me not to get involved
with them, but I had to see what
he had to offer. A job is a job,
Michael enters the house. Judy is sleeping on the couch.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
So, on my so-called "lunch hour,"
I went home and decided to call
the number Joey gave me.
Michael enters the kitchen, picks up the phone, and calls
the number.
                       JOEY (O.S.)
Joey Leone.
Hey Joey, it's Michael. Michael
                       JOEY (O.S.)
Thought about my proposal?


Yeah. I'll do it. When can I
                       JOEY (O.S.)
It's not a steady 9-5 job. This
may just be a one-time thing.
What exactly did you have in mind?
                       JOEY (O.S.)
Never mind that. Meet me at the
diner tonight. 9 o'clock sharp.
Don't be late.
Wait, what do I tell my wife?
But the line is already dead. Michael hangs up.
Oh, shit.
Judy lies on the couch, reading a book. A wastebasket is
beside the couch.

Michael enters the living room, dressed to go out. Judy
looks at him.
Where are you going?
I have to go out for a bit.
Judy struggles to sit up some.
Out where?
There's some work I need to do.
At this time of night?
Yeah. Robert wants to move some
freight around the warehouse, and
it's hard to do during normal


                       MICHAEL (cont'd)
operating hours.
What time will you be home?
I don't know. Late. You'll
probably be in bed.
All right, I suppose.
Michael walks over and kisses Judy on the forehead.
Get some rest. I'll see you in the
Okay, I'll try. Have a good night.
Michael walks out the front door, closing it behind him.
Michael keeps his eyes on the road, looking nervous as hell.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Lying to Judy like that left a bad
taste in my mouth, and my
conscience was already starting to
eat away at me. I had no idea what
to expect, and I couldn't shake
the feeling that I might not make
it home.
Michael pulls up in front of the diner.

Joey is outside waiting for him, as are Vinnie and Neil.

Michael steps out of the car.
Don't bother.


Michael gets back in the car.

Joey gets in the front passenger seat, and Vinnie and Neil
get in the back.

Michael drives away.
Joey lights up a cigarette.
Michael shakes his head.
Didn't think so.
So this is the guy, eh?
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Neil and Vinnie were the family's
lapdogs, and they usually stuck by
Joey's side.
Michael, Neil and Vinnie. Neil and
Vinnie, Michael.
How you doin'?
Three years apart.
Related to the Stucchios?
Michael nods his head. It's quiet for a moment.
Where are we going?


The docks.
What's going on there?
Word of the wise, Michael. Those
that know less, live longer.
Michael grips the steering wheel tighter.
So I hear you were a delivery boy?
How long?
Not long enough, apparently.
That's the problem with the world
today. Nobody has any appreciation
for dedicated service anymore.
Neil leans forward and pats Michael on the shoulder.
Don't worry, Mikey. We've got you.
That's right. You take care of us,
we'll take care of you.
Michael pulls up to the fishing docks.

Neil and Vinnie get out of the car.


Michael looks around nervously.
Now what?
We wait.
Neil and Vinnie walk forward, looking around for someone or

There's a noise from the shadows, and MATT JONES steps out,
meeting Neil and Vinnie.
What took you?
Just makin' sure it was yous guys.
You expecting someone else?
You never know, these days.
What's the matter, Matt? Don't you
trust us?
I don't know who I can trust
Funny, there's a lot of that going
around lately.
Vinnie and Neil get closer to Matt, who looks severely
So, what's been going on with you?
Haven't seen you around lately.
Been working. Doing odd jobs here
and there. Gotta eat, you know?


Don't we take good enough care of
Yeah, you guys take care of me
just fine.
Word on the street is that you've
been talking to the O'Brannon's.
Why would I do such a thing?
Well, that's what we're here to
find out, Matty.
Matt becomes visibly more nervous.
I swear to God, I ain't been
talking to that slime. My loyalty
lies with you guys and Mr.
If there's something we can't
stand more than anything, it's
liars. You lying to us?
No! Of course not!
Just come clean, Matt. Believe me,
you're better off being honest.
Vinnie places his hand on Matt's shoulder, and he breaks.
Okay! Look, Johnny O'Brannon
offered me a lot of money if I'd
give 'em some information about
yous guys. I told him some
bullshit and took the money.
That's why you haven't seen me
around. They find out I lied and
took their money, I'm a dead man.
I didn't tell them nothing, I


So, if you lie to them, you're
dead. What do you think we'll do
to you if you lie to us?
I ain't lying! Honest. I gave 'em
You lied at first about talking to
them. You could be lying to us
now. How can we trust you?
You can trust me! I promise!
Neil and Vinnie look to Michael's car, and nod their heads.
What's that mean?
Joey gets out of the car.
Joey approaches Matt. Neil and Vinnie walk back to the car.
Oh, shit. You're not going to kill
me, are you, Joey?
Walk with me.
Joey places his hand on Matt's shoulder, and the two slowly
walk along the docks.
Don't kill me. I've been straight
up with you.
I just want to know the truth.
I told them -
Joey takes out a pistol, and buries it into Matt's side.


I swear to Christ! I told them
nothing! I gave them shit!
And you still took their money.
Joey looks into Matt's terrified eyes for a moment, and then
removes the gun from his side, laughing.
Sly dog.
Matt laughs uneasily, then starts to loosen up.

Joey then shoots Matt in the gut, dropping him.

Matt lies on the ground, clutching his wound, moaning in
Why you - Why you shoot - shoot
Joey plugs him two more times, killing him.

Joey then drags him to the edge of the dock, and drops him
into the ocean.
Joey gets back into the car. Calm, as if nothing happened.

Michael looks shocked, sick, and terrified.
Back to the diner, Mikey.
Michael doesn't move. He doesn't speak.
You all right, bud? Mike?
Michael snaps back into reality.
I'm fine. Yeah. The diner. Sure.


Michael begins to drive.
They pull back up to the diner, and the group gets out of
the car.

Michael staggers inside the diner.
Neil and Vinnie lead Michael to a table and sit down with
Just relax. Get your bearings. I
know it's hard to watch.
The first one is always hardest.
Michael is very pale.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I'd never seen a dead body before,
let alone witness someone be
murdered. I had so many
conflicting emotions, I didn't
even know where to begin.
Joey walks into the back of the diner.

Vinnie gets up and gets the three of them drinks. He returns
to the table with them.
Drink that.
Michael takes a sip, and some color returns to his face.

Joey returns from the back, and tosses Michael an envelope.
You can leave.
That's it?


You want a trophy?
Michael picks up the envelope and begins to leave the diner.

Joey lights up another cigarette.
Those things'll kill you, Joey.
Joey just gives Neil a look, and Neil looks away.
He's not a bad guy. I wonder if
he'll squeal.
The boss is gunna want to hear
about this.
Joey pays no mind to this comment.

Michael exits the diner.
Michael enters his house. The lights are on.
Still nothing.

Michael walks through the house, looking for his wife.

He sees the back door is open.

Michael looks outside, and sees Judy huddled on the ground,
outside the outhouse.


Michael runs to Judy. She's really sick.
Judy? Sweetie? What's wrong?
I don't feel good.
How long have you been out here?
I don't know.
I'm calling a doctor. Come on.
Michael scoops Judy up in his arms, and begins carrying her
back to the house.
Jesus, you're burning up.
I'll be fine.
Michael sets Judy inside the tub, and turns on the water.
Just hold on, I'm going to call
the doctor. I'll be right back.
Too bad.
Michael runs out of the bathroom.
Michael picks up the phone.


Operator? I need a doctor.
Det. Gallagher sips some coffee.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
And the loving husband shows up
just in time to rescue his sick
wife. I'm touched.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I loved my wife very much.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Past tense noted. I can see where
this is going.
Is that so?
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Yeah. the sob story about the sick
wife is suppose to invoke sympathy
and I'm supposed to relate. Then
I'm supposed to empathize and
realize that all this started so
you could save your sick wife.
You're partially correct.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Shocking. Maybe that's why I'm a
Since you've got it all figured
out, I might as well not even
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Oh, no. By all means, continue.
I'm captivated by this gripping


DOC HOLLIS walks away from Judy, who is sleeping in bed.

He approaches Michael.
                       DOC HOLLIS
I gave her something to help her
sleep. Let's talk downstairs.
Doc Hollis sits down on the couch, and Michael hands him a
glass of water.
                       DOC HOLLIS
Oh, thank you.
Is she going to be all right?
                       DOC HOLLIS
The fever should go down within
the hour, and with that, the
vomiting should cease.
Is it just a brief illness?
                       DOC HOLLIS
Well, I'm not sure, and that's
what's been bothering me. The
symptoms she has suggest a virus,
but the way she passed out
outside, and how afflicted she is,
it seems as though something else
is at work. With your permission,
I'd like to take some blood if her
symptoms continue.
Of course.
Doc Hollis finishes his water, and stands up, preparing to
                       DOC HOLLIS
But first, we'll see how the
medication works. I could be
wrong. If her symptoms persist or
worsen over the next couple of
days, call again.


Michael walks Doc Hollis to the door.
Thank you for coming out so late,
Doctor Hollis.
                       DOC HOLLIS
Nonsense. I'm always on call.
                       DOC HOLLIS
Doc Hollis exits the house, and Michael closes the door
behind him.
Michael pours himself a glass of juice, and slowly drinks

The telephone rings, and Michael answers it.
Hello? (Beat) Now? (Beat) I don't
think I can come right now. My
wife is very sick. (Beat) Okay.
(Beat) No, I understand.
Michael hangs up the phone, and sighs.
Michael walks out of the kitchen.
Michael walks into the bedroom, and leaves a note on the
night stand.

Michael kisses Judy's forehead, and she stirs slightly, but
remains asleep.
Michael enters the diner, where Neil and Vinnie are waiting
for him.


They stand up as he enters.

Paulie is behind the counter.
How you doing, Mikey?
Been better, Paulie.
I hear ya.
Neil and Vinnie walk past Michael, heading for the door.
Come on, Mike.
Gotta go see the boss.
Michael follows them out the door.
A car pulls up to a large manor. It's lavish, Italian, and
gorgeous. Just the kind of place you'd expect a mob boss to
live in.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I was blown away when I first saw
the Stucchio Estate. This was way
beyond a mere deli and diner's
income. Of course you heard the
stories about the family bringing
fortunes over from Italy. I'm sure
to some extent that was true, but
let's be realistic here: The place
was created from blood money.
Vinnie, Neil, and Michael get out of the car, and walk up
the manor steps to the front door.
Consider yourself lucky.
Not many people see the inside of
Mr. Stucchio's home.
Neil opens the door, and the three of them enter.


If the outside looked fantastic, the inside looks absolutely
gorgeous. Lavish artwork. Marble flooring. Beautiful
carpets. Vases. Everything. A lot of time and money was
invested into this place.

Michael views his surroundings, awestruck.
This way.
The three make their way up the main staircase.

They head down a hallway, which opens up into a larger room
with a couple doors on either side.

Vinnie walks up to one of the doors, and knocks on it.
Boss, Michael Soriano is here to
see you.
                       DON STUCCHIO (O.S.)
Send him in.
Vinnie turns to Michael, and motions for him to enter the

Michael approaches the door, and slowly opens it.

He steps inside the room.
The office is beautifully furnished, with several shelves of
books to boot.

Joey is sitting in front of a desk.

Behind the desk, DON EMELIO STUCCHIO is seated in a large
leather chair. He's got a cigar in one hand, and a glass of
brandy in the other.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Take a seat. Close the door behind
Michael does as he's told.

Don Stucchio motions at the bottle of brandy.


                       DON STUCCHIO
No, thank you.
Don Stucchio puffs his cigar.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Do you know why you were brought
No, sir.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's been brought to my attention
that you joined Joey here on a
little errand last night.
Michael looks at Joey, who is staring into space, and then
back at Don Stucchio.
Yes, sir.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You tell anyone where you were
last night?
Michael shakes his head.
                       DON STUCCHIO
What about who you were with?
Again, Michael shakes his head.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Not even your wife?
No. No one.
Don Stucchio takes a drink from his glass.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Why don't we get some air?
Don Stucchio stands up, as do Michael and Joey.

Don Stucchio points at Joey.


                       DON STUCCHIO
Not you. Sit. I'm not done with
you yet.
Anger crosses Joey's face, but he sits back down.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Come with me, Michael.
Don Stucchio walks out of the office. Michael follows.
Don Stucchio and Michael walk out the back door of the

The large backyard has it's own small garden, complete with
a vineyard, growing grapes and tomatoes. It's a breathtaking
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
As I looked out over the vineyard,
I couldn't help but be taken
The two begin walking along the vines.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's nice, isn't it?
                       DON STUCCHIO
I like to surround myself with the
Don Stucchio takes a grape and hands it to Michael.

Michael eats it.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Good, huh?
They continue walking.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I don't remember much of Italy, my
father brought us over here when I
was twelve. But, I remember


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
looking out over the vineyards at
my grandfather's villa. We used to
go out with my grandmother and
pick the tomatoes when they were
just ripe enough. She made the
most amazing dishes with them.
I can only imagine.
                       DON STUCCHIO
My mother learned the recipes, and
when we came here, my father
opened the diner with the little
money he had. Try as they might,
they could never get the sauces to
taste like grandmother's.
Don Stucchio picks a tomato from a vine, and examines it.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You know why? Because the tomatoes
came from an outside source. They
weren't raised and picked by their
own hands. Everything is better
when you put your own blood,
sweat, and tears into it. It's a
product you know you can trust,
because it's your own. You know
where it came from, and how it was
made. Do you understand, Michael?
Michael nods his head.
                       DON STUCCHIO
We don't really bring outsiders
into the business. Joey did so
without my consent, but he has
vouched for you. Were it not for
the fact that you were around and
served the diner for so long, we'd
be having this conversation in a
different setting.
I understand.
                       DON STUCCHIO
My wife likes you, Michael. My
son, Paulie, he likes you,
Michael. From what I've seen, you
seem like a decent, stand-up kind


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
of guy.
Thank you.
Don Stucchio tosses the tomato away, and looks Michael in
the eyes.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I'm going to be honest with you,
because I expect honesty from
everyone else. You're on shaky
What do you mean?
                       DON STUCCHIO
I have no guarantees you won't
You have my word, Mr. Stucchio.
                       DON STUCCHIO
What's in someones word? There
used to be a time when a person's
word really meant something, but
that time is long-gone.
So, then what can I do?
                       DON STUCCHIO
I need an act of good faith,
Michael, and you need work, yeah?
Michael seems hesitant for a moment, but he nods his head.
What did you have in mind?
                       DON STUCCHIO
You work for the family for a bit.
Odd jobs, here and there. That
way, we can keep an eye on you.
Michael starts to speak, but Don Stucchio raises his hand.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Don't say anything yet. There are
other options, but you won't be
paid then, and I'll still be


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
unsure about you. There's danger
involved with working for me.
Perhaps you should think about
your wife first.
An older, slightly pudgy man makes his way to the two of
them. TOMMY CHINO is his name.
Don Stucchio, excuse the
                       DON STUCCHIO
      (introducing them)
Michael Soriano, Tommy Chino.
Pleased to meet you.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Tommy Chino was the family's
financial adviser and bookie. He
also handled the more legal
aspects of the business.
      (to Don Stucchio)
There's a problem with the figures
for this month. Someone isn't
                       DON STUCCHIO
I see. Wait for me in the study.
      (turning back to
I apologize.
Not at all.
Tommy walks back towards the house.

Don Stucchio turns to Michael.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You have twenty-four hours to
consider my offer. If you'll
excuse me, I have business to


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
attend to. Have Neil and Vinnie
take you back home.
With that, Don Stuccio heads back to the house.

Michael takes in his surroundings again, inhales deeply, and
heads back to the manor.
Michael walks through the manor, looking around.

He turns the corner, heading for the entrance way, not
paying attention, and, BUMP! Runs right into CERINA
Oh, excuse me.
Cerina looks Michael up and down, and smiles.
Not at all, sir.
She extends her hand.
I'm Cerina.
Michael. Michael Soriano.
The two shake hands, never for a moment breaking eye
I'm assuming you're here on
Mr. Stucchio wanted to speak with
me, yeah.
I figured as much. I've got some
things I need to do, but it was
nice meeting you, Mr. Soriano.
Maybe I'll see you around.
Cerina walks away, heading for the stairs.


Yeah. You, too.
Michael turns around and sees Vinnie and Neil staring him
I know what you're thinking, and
The Don's daughter is off limits.
Michael shrugs, smiling.
Fellas, come on, I'm a married
man, here.
Married or not, just know.
Off limits. Come on.
The three leave the manor.
Det. Gallagher leans back in his chair, sighing.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I hear the Siren's call growing
Michael raises his eyebrow at this comment.
What makes you say that?
                       DET. GALLAGHER
You mean, besides the fact that
I'm not an idiot?
Michael chuckles at this.

Det. Gallagher stands up.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
I'll be right back. Don't go
anywhere, now.


Det. Gallagher leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Michael looks around the painfully bland and barren room,

The door to the room re-opens, and CHIEF EVERETT enters the

Michael looks at Chief Everett with great contempt.

Chief Everett stands at the front of the table, staring
Michael down.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Well, well. Look who got himself
in a bit of a pinch, eh?
Michael doesn't say anything, just looks at Chief Everett
with distaste.

Chief Everett slowly walks over towards Michael, and leans
on the table.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
I hope you're not expecting to
wash your hands of this, Michael.
This is my domain now, and I just
lost a lot of money because of
And do you really think I give a
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Oh, I know you don't, but let me
make something clear to you, boy.
Hm, what's that?
                       CHIEF EVERETT
If you so much as mention me in
this little report of yours, I'll
make sure you never leave prison.
Understand, you little son of a
After I'm done, you'll no longer
have the authority.


                       CHIEF EVERETT
I've got friends inside.
You won't.
Chief Everett is now getting pissed, and he stands up.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
All right, now you listen to me -
                       DET. GALLAGHER (O.S.)
Chief Everett.
Chief Everett turns around, and sees Det. Gallagher, who has
a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
What brings you down here?
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Just came down to have a word with
Mr. Soriano.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
What about?
                       CHIEF EVERETT
It's not your concern, detective.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
You were expressly forbidden from
having any involvement with this
case what-so-ever. So, it really
kind of is.
Chief Everett walks over to Det. Gallagher, and leans in
close to him.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Mind your tongue, detective. I'm
still chief, and I will still be
after this case is closed.
Remember that.
Chief Everett walks past him.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Good seeing you, too, chief.
Chief Everett exits the room, closing the door behind him.

Det. Gallagher sits back down.


                       DET. GALLAGHER
What was that about?
Nothing. Shall we continue?
Det. Gallagher gets his pencil ready, nodding.
Michael is in the kitchen, preparing soup.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I had been working for the
Stucchio's for a little over a
week, and still hadn't told Judy.
I'd wanted to keep it from her for
as long as possible.
Michael takes out a small medicine bottle, and pours it into
a glass. He then fills the glass with water.
Judy is propped up in the bed by pillows.

Michael enters the room with the soup and medicine.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Judy's condition was improving,
but she was still bed-ridden. The
doctor had come a couple days
prior to take some blood.
Michael sets the soup down on the night stand, and hands
Judy the medicine.
How do you feel?
Michael feels her forehead.
Your fever is going down. Drink
Judy looks at the glass, then back at Michael.


All this medicine and doctor
visits. We can't afford this.
Don't worry about it, babe.
I'm worried about it. Where are
you getting all of this money? We
were just barely scraping by, and
now all of a suddn we have extra
money for medicine and doctors?
Michael looks away, sighing.
Take your medicine, Judy.
Judy drains the glass as she's told.
Tell me what's going on.
Michael looks up at the ceiling, and then at Judy.
I was fired a couple weeks ago.
Judy is stunned by this.
Did you ever plan on telling me?
I didn't want you to worry, with
you being sick and all.
I'm your wife, Michael. I have a
right to know these things! Where
is our money coming from?
I've got another job.
Michael looks at the floor, and Judy knows.
No. You're not!
They're decent people.


They're crooks! Is that what
you've become now?
Michael looks at her.
Never. Be grateful. It's their
money that's paying for your
Judy throws the glass, and it shatters.
I don't want help from blood
It's not blood money.
Don't be a fool. And what of you?
What do you do for them?
I drive them around. I make
pick-ups and deliveries. My job is
almost exactly the same as it was
at the warehouse.
Except it's illegal!
Michael stands up.
For the time being, it's all we
have. I need you to understand.
Judy rolls over onto her side, facing away from him.
Leave me.
Michael turns around and leaves, stopping at the doorway. He
looks back at her.
I'm just doing everything I can to
take care of you. I hope you'll
see that. Eat your soup, it'll
give you some strength. I love


Michael exits.

Judy rolls over as if to say something, but it's too late.
He's gone. She sighs.
Michael, Vinnie, and Neil walk out of the manor, heading for
the car.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
I kept working for the Don. It
turned out that the money was VERY
good, and for the majority of the
time, there was nothing to it.
The three walk inside a small grocery store, and find it
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Though there was the occasional
The three look around at the mess.
You all right, buddy?
RICK MATHERS steps out of the back of the store, a mop in
his hand.

His nose has been busted.
Hey, fellas. I'm not going to have
the money this week. The
O'Brannon's came and cleaned me
How long ago did they leave?
You missed 'em by maybe five


Michael looks at the wrecked store.
Why did they do this?
I refused to give 'em my money. My
loyalty lies with the Stucchio's,
not the O'Brannon scum. They're a
rotten lot.
Well don't worry, Rick. We'll take
care of them and make sure nothing
like this happens again.
That's right. We take care of
those that take care of us. In the
mean time, we'll help you get this
place cleaned up.
The group sets to work, cleaning the place up.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
That was the first time I'd seen
any open rivalry between the two
families. It certainly wouldn't be
the last.
Michael, Joey, and Paulie are in the truck, riding.
They are driving out into the country.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
It wasn't too much longer before I
learned where they got a large
amount of their profits from.
The truck pulls into a farm, complete with a large barn,
silo, and house.

The truck stops in front of the barn, and the three get out
of the truck.


Inside the barn, a delivery truck is parked.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Due to the ban of alcohol, the
demand for it was pretty high.
It's amazing how much people want
what they can't have. Folks were
willing to pay top-dollar for it.
Fortunately for Haven City, we're
only about fifty miles from the
Canadian boarder. They sold us
booze for a good price.
Michael and Paulie help the CANADIAN WORKERS load the booze
from the delivery truck into the covered bed of the pick-up.

Joey stands guard with a shotgun in his hands and a
cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly, there's the sound of a cocking gun.
                       CHIEF EVERETT (O.S.)
Hold it right there!
Everyone stops what they are doing and turns around.

Chief Everett is standing there with two other COPS, their
pistols drawn.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Just what do we have going on
Nobody says anything.

Chief Everett makes his way over to the truck, and looks at
the side of it.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Canada, eh? We're a long ways from
home now, aren't we?
We're exchanging crops.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Shut your mouth, boy.
Chief Everett looks in the back of the covered pick-up, and
pulls a small bottle of liquor out of one of the boxes.


He opens the bottle, smells it, and takes a drink.

He looks at the bottle.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Good stuff.
Michael isn't sure what's going on. He looks to Joey who is
strangely calm, and then over to Paulie, who takes an
envelope out of his coat pocket.
Only the best, chief.
Chief Everett turns around and walks over to Paulie, who
hands him the envelope.

Chief Everett opens the envelope, and flips through the
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Seems low this month.
Time's is hard, chief.
Chief Everett looks at Paulie a moment, and then puts the
envelope in his coat pocket, smiling.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
Let's hope this batch sells better
then, eh?
Chief Everett looks at his fellow officers.
                       CHIEF EVERETT
All right, boys. I see nothing
illegal going on out here. Let's
head on back.
The two Cops holster their weapons, and the three leave the

The Canadians get in their trucks.

Michael looks at Paulie and Joey.
What the hell was that?
That's how we do business,
Michael. Let's go.


So you have the chief of police in
your pocket?
I wouldn't say he's in our pocket,
but when it comes to certain
things, let's just say we're
friendly enough for him to turn a
blind eye. Now, that's not to say
that if you piss him off enough or
spray down a neighborhood that he
won't bust your balls.
I'd like to bust that crooked
bastard's head in with a baseball
Michael glances at Joey, surprised.
Joey here can't stand him. Or any
cop, for that matter.
The pick-up pulls up along the back of the Blues club.

The three get out of the truck.

Paulie walks up to the back door, and knocks on it.

A moment later, SARAH GOODMAN, the owner of the club, opens
the door.

She looks around, and then at Paulie.
You're late.
Sorry, Mrs. Goodman. The
transaction took longer than we
Sarah crosses her arms, shaking her head.

Paulie stands there, not exactly sure what to say.


Well? What are you waiting for? I
haven't got all night. Bring it
Sarah turns around and heads back into the club.

Paulie turns to Michael and Joey.
All right, you heard the lady.
Bring it in.
Michael and Joey head towards the back of the pick-up, and
each grab a case of liquor.
Michael and Paulie are standing in Sarah's office.
She's smoking a cigarette.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Sarah Goodman was one of the most
powerful and self-assured women
I'd ever met before. She was all
about business, and she was good
at what she did.
I know we made a deal that we
would split the money 50/50, but
it's not cost effective, and quite
honestly, isn't worth the risk for
A deal is a deal, Mrs. Goodman.
You can't go back -
I can do whatever the hell I want,
Paulie. I have no obligations to
you or your father. You came to
me, remember? The only reason I
even considered this whole thing
is because of who your father is.
The deal is 50/50.


My new proposal is 70/30. Now you
can either take my offer, or take
your booze elsewhere and hope to
strike a better deal.
Paulie shifts uncomfortably, thinking.
All right. Fine. 70/30.
Sarah smiles, and puts out her cigarette.
I figured you'd see things my way.
Now, have a drink on me, fellas.
Paulie leaves the room, Michael follows.
Paulie goes out to the main room, Michael following behind.

Paulie leans over the bar, grabs a small bottle of liquor,
and sits down.

The BARTENDER looks at him, ready to get defensive.
Don't even say a word, pal. This
is mine.
The Bartender goes back to work.

Paulie opens the bottle and takes a drink.

Michael sits down next to Paulie.
What happened in there?
You were there, Michael.
I know, but you're going to let
her strong-arm you like that?
Paulie takes another swig and slams down the bottle.
What are you trying to say? That
I'm not a man?


No, not at all, Paulie. Of course
you're a man. You're Don
Stucchio's son.
Yeah, don't remind me, okay?
Paulie takes another drink.
I'm just saying, she's going back
on her end of the deal. If your
father -
Look, Mikey, I'd really appreciate
it if you kept your nose out of
things you don't really
Michael takes offense to this, and looks away.
Sorry. Forget I said anything.
Paulie takes another drink, and sighs.
Look, Papa put me in charge of
this little operation so I could
get a taste of the business. If he
got word that I can't handle
something as simple as this, he'd
never trust me to handle the
business after he's gone. Not that
I really care.
Michael raises his eyebrows.
You mean you don't want to run the
Nope, but I'm expected to keep the
Stucchio name respected and
around. I don't want to ruin the
legacy my father worked so hard to
leave, and more than anything, I
don't want him to be disappointed
with me.


Paulie finishes the bottle, and burps.
Good stuff.
Paulie stands up.
Go find Joey.
Michael stands up.
What for?
Tell him we're going to stay a
Joey is leaning against the pick-up, smoking a cigarette,
looking off into space.

Michael approaches him.
Hey, Joey.
Joey turns around with a start, drawing his pistol.

Michael puts his hands up.
Whoa. Didn't mean to give you a
Joey holsters his gun.
You didn't.
Paulie wanted me to find you and
tell you that we're staying a
Joey doesn't move from the truck.


Are you coming inside?
Michael nods, and heads back inside.
On the stage, several black musicians playing soothing

The whole atmosphere is very calm and peaceful. Almost

Michael looks around the club.

Paulie is sitting at a table with two other LADIES, drinking
and talking.

Paulie waves at Michael, who waves back.
                       CERINA (O.S.)
Fancy meeting you here.
Michael turns around.
Cerina is there, and she looks gorgeous.
Ms. Stucchio.
Michael takes her hand and kisses it.
Mr. Soriano. What brings you here
I had to make a delivery.
Is it always business with you?
I'll let you know. Your brother is
here if you want to meet up with


I see enough of him at home. I
like to have some sort of life
outside of the family, you know.
I understand.
Cerina looks to the bar, then back at Michael.
So what's a lady have to do to get
a drink around here?
Michael smiles.
Right this way, madame.
Michael leads Cerina over to the bar.
Bartender! Can we get some drinks
over here?
The Bartender nods, and a moment later, hands them two
Come here a lot?
Often enough.
Often enough for what?
Cerina smiles and winks.
That's for me to know, good sir.
Michael chuckles.

Cerina glances at the wedding band on his hand.
Been married long?
A few months.


Do you like it?
Yeah. It's all right.
I don't think I could ever be that
tied down.
Why's that?
I like to have some breathing
room. Probably because I very
rarely get any from the family.
The two drink. It's quiet a moment.

Cerina sets her glass back down onto the bar, and turns to
Care for a dance?
Michael sets his glass down, smiling.
Well, actually -
He's interrupted by Joey, who is suddenly there.
We're leaving.
Joey turns to Cerina.
You're coming.
The hell I am.
I'm not giving you a choice.
Don't tell me what to do, Joey.
You're not even family, and -


                       STEVE (O.S.)
The fun has arrived!
Michael, Cerina, and Joey turn to the direction of the

STEVE BOYD, BILLY MURPHY, and a couple other thugs have
entered the club.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Turn up the
music, boys! We're going to party
like it's New Years!
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Steve Boyd and Billy Murphy were
Irish gangsters that belonged with
the O'Brannon's. They were loud,
vulgar, and violent.
Michael, Joey, and Cerina make their way to the back of the
Where's Paulie?
He's was over on the side with two
Take her out back. We'll meet you.
Joey breaks away from Cerina and Michael, who continue
heading for the back.

Joey makes his way over to Paulie.
Time to go.
Paulie stands up without a word.

Billy makes his way over to the bar. Everyone is quiet.
Hey, bartender! Get me a round of
The Bartender looks at Billy blankly.
Alcohol is prohibited, sir.


Billy grabs the Bartender by the neck and slams his face
onto the bar.
Don't hand me that bullshit! I
know you've got the goods, cos you
get it from those Stucchio
bastards. Now pour the fuckin'
Billy releases the Bartender, who stumbles back, and then
composes himself.
Yes, sir.
The musicians have stopped playing.

Steve looks at them.
I don't recall tellin' you niggers
to stop playin'.
The music starts again, and Steve makes his way to the bar.

Everyone is watching them.
What the hell are you all lookin'
at? Get back to mindin' your own
Everyone goes back to what they were doing.

Joey and Paulie slowly make their way to the back.

Billy glances over and sees them. He stands up.
Do me eyes deceive me? Is that a
Stucchio over there?
Joey and Paulie turn and look at them.

Now Steve has stood up, and the two other thugs they came is
with stand as well.
We were just leaving.
Oh, I don't think so. Not yet.


Steve and Billy slowly inch over towards them.
We're not looking for trouble
No, of course you're not, Paulie.
You pussy.
Watch your mouth.
Billy looks at Joey, surprised.
Excuse me? You talkin' to me, are
I'm looking at you, aren't I?
Billy grabs a glass off one of the tables, and heaves it at
Joey, who ducks out of the way.

The glass smashes against the way, shattering.

Quick as a flash, Joey grabs another glass and heaves it
back at Billy, cracking him on the head with it.

One of the Thug's runs at Joey, who quickly takes out a
switchblade and plunges it into the Thug's gut repeatedly,
killing him.

Billy falls to the ground, and Steve stands over him.

Everyone screams and runs about from the sudden burst of
Christ Billy, are you okay?
Billy has a cut on his forehead, and he places his hand on
Shite, that hurt.
Steve looks back to Joey and Paulie, who are gone.


Michael and Cerina are out back waiting.

Joey and Paulie bust out the back door, running for the
What the hell happened in there?
No time. Drive.
Joey takes out his pistol and jumps into the bed of the

Cerina, Michael, and Paulie jump into the cab and they drive
The truck pulls up to the manor.

All four of them get out of the truck.
I should have just taken them all
And started a full-scale war? Papa
would've killed you. he's already
going to be pissed when he hears
about this. You spilled O'Brannon
blood, Joey!
Joey holsters his pistol. He takes out the switchblade,
which has blood on it. He looks at it.
It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Oh, Jesus Christ. This is bad.
There's two ways to do things in
this business. The right way, and
the wrong way. A public attack
like that sends the wrong kind of


                       PAULIE (cont'd)
You're just afraid to start
What'd you say to me?
Joey walks to his car, gets in, and drives away.

Paulie looks at Michael.
Thanks for the help tonight,
Mikey. You can go home now. Be
careful. Things are going to get a
little hairy.
Paulie heads to the door.
C'mon, Cerina.
In a second.
Paulie enters the house and closes the door.

Cerina turns to Michael.
Well I probably won't be allowed
out for a while now, especially
not by myself. Just remember that
you owe me a dance.
I guess I do, don't I?
I'll hold you to it. Goodnight,
Cerina heads for the door.
Goodnight, Ms. Stucchio.


Cerina turns around.
It's Cerina.
She enters the house and closes the door.
      (to himself)
Michael heads to his car.
Det. Gallagher looks at Michael with a slight smile.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Well, my, my. It's awful easy to
start a mob war in your line of
work, isn't it?
Apparently so. Who would've
thought, right?
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Yeah. Imagine that.
Michael adjusts his tie, loosening it.
Do you think I could get some
water or something? My throat's
Det. Gallagher takes a drink from his coffee.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
And this coffee is bitter, but you
don't hear me complaining, now do
You could just say no.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
But that would be the reasonable
thing to do. There's no fun in
being reasonable. You of all
people should know that.


Hey, I'm a very reasonable man.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Yes, because spraying down a group
of men on the City Hall steps is
I had my reasons.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
Which I would love to hear, so
without further delay, let's
Michael leads Judy up a walkway, blindfolded.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
The month's fell off the calendar
like minutes, and I had made
enough money for a new house.
Michael takes the blindfold off Judy, who smiles.

In front of her is a gorgeous house, probably twice as big
as their old one.
Oh, my! Michael! It's gorgeous!
Judy hugs Michael, and kisses him.
We're moving up in the world,
Judy turns and looks back at the house.

From out the front door, Paulie, Theresa, and Cerina emerge,
champagne in their hands.
Welcome home!
The smile fades from Judy's face.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
While Judy still despised me
working for the Stucchio's, she
had slowly grown to accept it. Or,


                       MICHAEL (cont'd)
at least she kept quiet about her
Theresa hands Judy a glass, and kisses both of her cheeks.
The five of them are in the living room, drinking cocktails.

The move has been completed.
You know, I've always wanted to
hear how the two of you met.
Judy sets down her glass.
Well, actually, it's kind of a
funny story. See, a few years ago,
I was helping my mom out at her
knit shop, and about once a week
we got deliveries for supplies and
such. Well, lo and behold, who
should come to the shop one week
to make a delivery but Michael.
That's right, babe.
He rubs her thigh.
So, he comes in with a stack of
boxes - way more than he could
carry, and he's trying to navigate
through the shop -
There was stuff everywhere, mind
And he stumbles on a box of yarn,
bumps into me, and falls into a
box of pins.
I had more holes in my rear than a
pin cushion.


So, feeling bad, I offered to pay
for any doctor visits, and
instead, he wanted a date.
Michael takes Judy's hand and squeezes it. She smiles.
You just meet all sorts of women
on the job, don't you, Michael?
Michael chuckles, and Judy's smile fades.
Well, I think it's positively
What about you and your husband?
Where is Mr. Stucchio, by the way?
I thought he was going to be
joining us today?
He got tied up with a business
The story of his life.
The business is why we live so
well, Paulie. Don't forget that.
Anyway, about how you met.
Cerina pours herself more to drink, and offers more to
everyone. Paulie accepts, everyone else declines.
It was thirty-five years ago - My,
it doesn't seem that long. Anywho,
his father had opened the diner
and they needed a kitchen-aid. His
mother couldn't keep up and was
getting old. I was young and
needed a job, so I went in. Emelio
was the busser, and he was so
sweet on me. He'd leave flowers
and chocolates for me to find.


Judy coughs.
All right, dear?
I'm fine.
I didn't think he'd ever get the
nerve to ask me on a date. Then,
one day, he did. We've been
together ever since, and have two
wonderful kids to show for it.
Well, one wonderful kid.
Watch it.
Stop it, you two.
Judy stands up, clutching her stomach.
Excuse me.
Judy stumbles out of the room.
Judy, are you okay, hunny?
There's a crash in the kitchen, and Michael runs to the
Judy is lying on the floor, unconscious.
Judy! Call a doctor!
Michael scoops up Judy's head and rests it on his lap.
It's going to be fine. Hold on.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Judy's health had continually gone
up and down, but it hadn't been
that bad since the first time.


Judy is sitting up in her hospital bed.

Michael is sitting next to her.

They're talking, but it's not really audible, or important.

Doc Hollis enters the room.

They look at him.
What's the news, doc?
                       DOC HOLLIS
As far as we can tell, she's okay
to go home. Perhaps you just stood
up too fast, Judy.
So, I'm okay?
                       DOC HOLLIS
Well, as okay as your condition
Judy and Michael both sigh in relief.
Michael, Vinnie, Neil, and Joey take some money from one of
the dock vendors.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
With my wife cleared with a clean
bill of health, I was able to
resume work again, and things were
running smoothly.
The group make their way back to the car and get in, Michael
Paulie is cleaning up the diner.

Theresa is sitting at a table with Michael, Neil, and


Do you ever go home, Michael?
Once in a while, sure.
Don't forget that you have a wife.
She should come before my
husband's wishes.
She does, Mrs. Stucchio.
I hope so.
C'mon, give him a break. He's
doing what he loves, right Mikey?
Neil pats Michael on the back, and Michael smiles.
Something like that.
How's your lady been feeling,
I hope she's doing better.
Michael shrugs.
She spends a lot of time in bed.
Give her our well wishes, yeah?
Michael nods.
Of course.
Michael crawls into bed next to Judy, who is sleeping.

He kisses the back of her neck.


Judy is sitting at the vanity, getting all made-up as if
she's going out somewhere.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Over the next couple months,
things were looking up. Business
had picked up, as had Judy's
health, and we'd heard nothing
from the O'Brannon's. We were all
going out for dinner.
Michael walks into the room, looking spiffy.
You just about ready, hun?
She doesn't sound enthusiastic.

Michael turns to leave, but notices, and looks back at her.
Everything all right?
Feeling okay?
I'm fine, Michael.
Michael walks over to her, and crouches down next to her.
Talk to me.
There's nothing to discuss.
Clearly there is.


Her eyes haven't left the mirror, and she keeps fixing her
Look at me.
Judy sighs and looks at him.
What, Michael?
Tell me what's bothering you.
I just want to know when enough is
enough. You're always with them. I
rarely get to see you. I can't
even remember the last time you
took just me out.
You've been sick -
Don't use that as an excuse. I
want time with my husband, without
the Stucchio's. Or have they
become more important?
Michael stands up, irritated.
I can't believe you would even
think that.
Well sometimes it sure as hell
feels like it.
There is nobody in the world more
important to me than you.
Yeah? Then show it.
Let me know when you're ready.


Michael walks out of the room.

Judy returns to getting ready, and then slams her brush
down, burying her face into her hands.
Inside the restaurant at a large table is the whole gang:
Michael, Judy, Don Stucchio, Cerina, Joey, Neil, Vinnie,
Paulie, Theresa, Tommy, and a few OTHERS that we haven't
seen before.

They're dining and seem to be enjoying themselves.

At the end of the table, Tommy, Neil, Vinnie, and Joey seem
to be having their own conversation.
So, I look at the guy, and I say:
"Hey Buddy! While you're down
there, why don't you shine my
Neil, Vinnie, and Tommy laugh.
Oh, God. I remember those days.
The shoe shining? Christ, don't we
I don't.
There's a reason for that, Joey.
Again, Vinnie, Neil and Tommy laugh. Joey doesn't.

He looks at Tommy curiously.
What's that supposed to mean?
What you just said. "There's a
reason for that, Joey." What's
that mean?


What? C'mon, Joey. I'm just
messin' with you.
Let it go, Joey.
No, I'd really like to know so I
can laugh too.
Joey, I really meant nothing by
it, man.
A grin appears on Joey's face.
Tommy, Vinnie, and Neil start laughing. Joey just continues
to grin.
And that's why you're only the
money man. You're a spineless
fucking coward that backs down at
the first sign of confrontation.
They stop laughing. Tommy looks down at his plate in shame.
Jesus, Joey. Lighten up for once.
Joey takes a bite of food, annoyed.

Down at the other end, Paulie, Cerina, Judy, and Michael are
having their own conversation.
See, when I was a kid, I always
wanted a dog.
I don't know why, but I've never
been a dog person.
Probably because they always bite
For some reason.


It's because they're MAN'S best
And in your case, the only friend.
They laugh.

At the head of the table, Don Sutcchio and Theresa are
having their own conversation, which really isn't audible.

It seems as though Don Stucchio is more interested in
watching everyone else at the table.

Don Stucchio nods his head at something Theresa says, and
then raises his water glass, tapping it with a fork.

Everyone at the table stops talking and looks at the Don.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I hope everyone is enjoying their
meal and is having a good time,
and if you don't mind, I have some
Everyone nods their heads and gives him the go-ahead to
                       DON STUCCHIO
First, I want to say how pleased I
am to have you all here and for us
to be together. It doesn't happen
nearly enough.
Neil raises his glass.
Here, here!
Don Stucchio raises his glass in return.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I thought that since everyone is
here, we could talk some business.
I know you have been on edge the
last few months, awaiting
retaliation from the O'Brannon's.
As much as I would like to tell
you to not fret, I can't. Those
bastards hold a grudge, and will
strike back at us. I don't know
how or when, but we all know they


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
Don Stucchio takes out a cigar and lights it.
                       DON STUCCHIO
They're growing ballsier by the
day, and are encroaching upon our
business. They have no respect for
what we've worked so hard to
establish and run. They've got no
respect period. Or morals, for
that matter. This can't be
tolerated. We need to make it
known that this is our city, and
we're not going to let some
outsiders take it from us.
Don Stucchio takes a puff.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I started from the bottom and
fought my way to the top. The
Stucchio family has been here a
long time, and will remain here
for a long time to come. Respect
is something that has become
antiquated in this business, and
we need to bring it back. I'm
proud of all of you for your hard
work and services. Even if I don't
express my gratitude all the time.
I want you to know how much I
appreciate you all. We're family,
and nothing will interfere with
Don Stucchio raises his glass.
                       DON STUCCHIO
A toast.
Everyone at the table raises their glasses.
                       DON STUCCHIO
To business. To health and
prosperity. And to the unbreakable
bond that is family.
Everyone clinks their glasses together, and they take a


Judy looks around at everyone with uncertainty. She's
The groups heads out of the restaurant, where their cars are
waiting for them.
To the club!
Neil and Vinnie look at Michael and Judy.
You two coming?
It's not a question. They gotta
I don't know, guys.
Cerina looks at Michael and winks. Michael smiles.

Don Stucchio and Theresa step out of the restaurant.

The Don turns to the HOST and shakes his hand, thanking him.

The Host closes the restaurant doors, and the lights in the
restaurant dim. It's closed.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Come on, let's get out of here.
We've bothered these kind folk
long enough.
From around the corner, tires screech, and a speeding car

Leaning out the window with a Tommy Gun in his hand is Billy

Some IRISH THUG is doing the driving.
Fuckin' wop bastards!
Billy opens fire.

Everyone drops to the ground behind the cars, ducking for


Bullets spray the cars and front of the restaurant.

In an instant, the shooting is done and the car is gone.

Everyone slowly gets to their feet.
                       DON STUCCHIO
See what I mean!? No respect!
The screech is heard again, and the car re-appears from
around the corner, ready for round two.

Except Joey is ready, his handgun drawn.

He shoots at the car several times, before Billy has a
chance to fire.

Two of the tires blow out, and the car skids out of control,
slamming into a light post across the street.

Joey reloads his gun, and quickly walks towards the car.

He fires twice through the back window, taking out the

He then opens the rear passenger door and pulls Billy out of
the car, tossing him on his back onto the street.

He kicks him repeatedly.
You son of a bitch! You think
you're tough? I'll show you tough,
you rat fuck!
Billy tries futilely to defend against the blows.
Shite! Don't! Stop!
Joey stops kicking him and looks down at him, hate in his
The O'Brannon's are history in
this town, you hear me?
Joey shoots Billy three times, killing him.

Judy watches this event unfold in horror.

Don Stucchio looks around.


                       DON STUCCHIO
Is everybody okay?
Everyone nods.

Joey returns to the group, tucking his gun away.
Incompetant bastards.
Judy looks at Michael, tears in her eyes.
Take me home. Right now.
All right.
Michael takes Judy's hand, and leads her to the car.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
It was the first time I had been
shot at, and it was a scary thing.
I was pretty rattled. I could only
imagine how Judy was feeling.
Paulie watches Michael lead Judy away.
Michael, where you going?
I'm taking my wife home.
You're still coming to the club,
I don't think so.
Come on, you gotta!
Yeah, Mikey.
Michael gets Judy into the car and closes the door.

He walks back over to them.
We were all nearly killed.


We can't show them that we're
afraid of them.
We need you there.
Strength in numbers, pal.
Michael looks at them and sighs.
All right.
Michael heads back to his car.

Joey leads Don Stucchio and Theresa to their car.
I'll get you home, where it's
Siren's approach in the distance, and they all begin to
drive away.
Judy is now in a nightgown and is sitting on the bed.

Michael hasn't changed, but he's sitting on the edge of the
bed beside her.
Is this what going out with you is
going to entail? Being shot at?
No. That won't ever happen again.
You're damn right it won't. Don't
ever ask me to go out with them
again. You might be willing to die
for them, but I'm certainly not.
I'm not willing to die for them.
You must be, considering you
continue to work for them.


And what Joey did. Is that the
kind of man you've become, too?
Michael looks at her, taken aback.
What do you think?
I don't know anymore, Michael.
Have you killed anyone?
No, and I'm not going to. I'm not
a killer.
Judy looks at her feet.
I'm scared, Michael.
I'm not going to get hurt.
That's not what I'm afraid of.
Then what?
I'm worried that you're going to
go so far past the line that
you're no longer going to be the
man I married.
Michael stands up, irritated.
I'm tired of having these
conversations, Judy.
Then don't put us in the position
to have them!
What do you want me to do?


Get a real job. Walk away from
them. For me.
Michael sighs, shaking his head.
Go to bed. I've got to go.
Where? Back out with them?
They need me.
I need you!
Judy's eyes water.

Michael looks at her.
Don't you understand that?
I do.
Do you care?
Michael sighs, walking away.
Answer me, goddamn it!
                       MICHAEL (O.S.)
I'm not doing this tonight! Take
your medicine and go to sleep!
The front door opens and slams shut.

Judy breaks down and starts crying.
The other club in Haven City, the Jazz Club, is quite the
place to be to dance and have a good time.


The music is good, and everyone is enjoying themselves.

Paulie, Vinnie, Neil, and Tommy are seated at a table,
talking and laughing.

Paulie looks towards the door, and spots Michael, who just
walked in.
Paulie waves him over, and Michael makes his way to them.
Hey, fellas.
We were thinking you weren't going
to make it.
Well here I am.
Good on you.
How's the misses? Shaken up pretty
bad, yeah?
Yeah, you could say that.
I can't believe they pulled a
stunt like that.
Yeah, well -
                       CERINA (O.S.)
Excuse me.
Michael turns around to see Cerina smiling at him.
You owe me a dance, mister.
Indeed I do.
Cerina begins to lead Michael away.


Hey, now -
I'll bring him back. Relax,
Cerina and Michael step onto the dance floor.

Paulie doesn't look overly happy.

And the two dance. Very well. They're having a lot of fun.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
When I was dancing with Cerina,
the whole world fell away, and it
was just her and I. Nothing else
entered my mind, and nothing else
matter. Not even my wife, as bad
as that may sound. I hadn't felt
that way since I was a teenager.
It was as if I was a school boy
Michael walks Cerina up to the door of the manor.
You're a good dancer.
You're not too bad yourself,
little lady.
That's not the only thing you're
good at, is it?
Certainly not.
Oh, yeah? What else?
All sorts of things.
Yeah? Show me.


Michael and Cerina are standing by her bed, kissing

Michael slowly undresses her, and she slowly undresses him.

The two get into bed and make love.

Afterwards, Cerina sleeps in Michael's arms, and Michael
smokes a cigarette, looking up at the ceiling, deep in
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
Lying there with Cerina in my
arms, everything finally felt
right. I had betrayed my wife and
broken the vows that I had
promised to keep, but I was
impassive. For the first time in a
long time, I was content.
It's early morning. Dawn has just broken.

Michael quietly steps outside, gently closing the door
behind him.

Michael turns around to find Paulie, who looks quite haggard
himself. He also had a long night with a lady.

Paulie and Michael are both surprised to see one another,
though Paulie is clearly angry.
Late night?
Uh, look, this isn't -
Save it, Michael. I don't even
want to hear it right now. We'll
discuss this later.
Paulie -
Paulie shoves his way past Michael, entering the manor.


Det. Gallagher sets down his pencil, smiling.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
And there it is. The moment of
infidelity I was waiting for.
Congratulations, you're a genious.
                       DET. GALLAGHER
You're much too kind. It doesn't
seem like big brother Paulie is
very happy about this little
Michael chuckles.
No. Not in the least.
Michael is sitting in the diner, drinking a cup of coffee
with Cerina.

Paulie is behind the counter, eyeing to two of them.
                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
And even though he was as pissed
as he was, he never confronted me
about it. I had begun to think he
was as spineless as everyone said
he was.
Cerina laughs at something Michael has said.

Paulie storms to the back in annoyance.
Michael and Cerina walk through the park together, talking
and enjoying each others company.


                       MICHAEL (V.O.)
The more time I spent with Cerina,
the further I drifted from Judy,
and the better I felt.
Michael and Judy are seated at the kitchen table, eating
I wasn't expecting you to be home
tonight. Otherwise, I would have
prepared a better meal.
This is fine.
Why are you home?
Michael takes a bite.
They gave me the night off. There
was nothing going on tonight.
Judy moves the food around her plate with her fork.
You're not hungry?
Haven't been feeling well.
Judy looks down at the table in shame.
I didn't mean -
It's fine.


Judy wipes her mouth with a napkin.
Excuse me.
Judy stands up and walks away from the table.
Where are you going?
To lie down.
Michael takes another bite, sighing.

He then drains his glass, wipes off, and walks away from the
Michael waits outside the back door.

After a moment, Cerina opens the door.
Hey. Come in.
Cerina moves out of the way, and Michael enters the manor.
Cerina is asleep on the bed, and Michael is getting dressed.

He stands up and a leans down to kiss Cerina's forehead.
Michael steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind

He walks down the hallway, and rounds the corner.

Standing in front of a painting with a glass of brandy in
his hand is Don Stucchio.

He turns to Michael.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Good evening, Michael.


Michael tenses up a bit.
Don Stucchio.
Don Stucchio turns to the painting.
                       DON STUCCHIO
A magnificent piece of art, isn't
Michael looks at the painting.
Yes, sir.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's been in my family for four
generations. Straight from the old
country. There isn't another like
it in the entire world.
It's beautiful.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's funny, the things we as men
hold dear.
Don Stucchio turns to Michael.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Come with me to the study. Have a
Yeah, okay. Sure.
Don Stucchio sits behind his desk, and Michael sits down in
front of him.

The Don pours Michael a glass of Brandy and hands it to him.
Thank you.
Don Stucchio takes out a cigar and offers one to Michael,
who declines.

The Don shrugs, and lights his cigar.


You're up late tonight.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Eh, I don't sleep much. I never
have. And when I do, it's with one
eye open, you know?
I can't see you having many
enemies, besides the O'Brannon's.
You're a good man, and you take
care of your people.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Men with power always have
enemies, Michael, regardless of
how good they are.
Michael nods his head, and takes a drink.
This is good.
                       DON STUCCHIO
The best, and it better be. That
bottle didn't come cheap.
Michael takes another drink.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's come to my attention that
you've been spending quite a lot
of time with my daughter. Seeing
you here so late this evening
merely confirms this bit of
information as truth.
Don Stucchio, Cerina and I -
                       DON STUCCHIO
The only person it seems to be
bothering is Paulie.
I see. He said something to you?
                       DON STUCCHIO
He did. Apparently he didn't have
the balls to confront you himself.


Michael chuckles.

Don Stucchio takes a puff from his cigar.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You're a married man, Michael.
Your wife, though ill, is still a
good woman. However, how you
handle your marriage and what you
do or don't do is your business,
not mine. When you bring my
daughter into it, though, that
makes it my business.
I understand.
                       DON STUCCHIO
Either you make an honest woman
out of my daughter, or you stop
right now.
Michael nods his head.
                       DON STUCCHIO
That's all I'm saying on that
Don Stucchio drains his glass, and pours himself another.

He then tops of Michael's glass.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You know, when I was your age, I
was in your shoes. I didn't have
much money, and I was someones
Is that so?
The Don nods his head.
                       DON STUCCHIO
My father, he was a good man. An
honest man. He came to America to
open up a legitimate business. He
paid his taxes. He obeyed the
laws. He was as clean as you could
get. You know where that got him?
No where.
Don Stucchio takes another puff from his cigar.


                       DON STUCCHIO
As you know, he opened his diner.
Business was good. Nothing
spectacular, but good enough for
us to get by without many
problems. Then one day, a business
man comes calling, by the name of
Salvatore Francesco. He demanded
twenty percent of my father's
earnings. My father refused, and
was beaten severely. Eventually he
caved, and payed out every week.
This crippled us.
Don Stucchio takes a drink.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I'd never seen my father, who was
always so proud and strong, so
broken. It destroyed my father. I
swore that I would never be my
father. I would never allow anyone
to own me. I started working for
that son of a bitch Francesco. My
father disapproved, and threw me
out of his house.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I worked my way to become
Francesco's right-hand. His number
two. A couple years after,
Franceso was hit, and I was free
to head up the organization, using
his men as my own. I swore that I
would own this city, and my income
would come out of respect, not
fear. You see, Michael, I provide
a service for every person that
pays out. Be it protection,
laundering, or getting the heat to
look the other way.
Michael sets his now empty glass onto the desk.
And what of your father?
                       DON STUCCHIO
He died not long after Salvatore
Francesco did.


Did he ever try to make amends
with you?
                       DON STUCCHIO
No. I was dead to him. To him, he
didn't have a son. He never
understood that I was doing what I
did so that what happened to him
would never happen to anyone else
in Haven City. He didn't see that
there was no point in living
inside the lines of the law.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I suppose that's why I have no
respect for the O'Brannon's. They
wish to gain their power through
fear and violence. They're power
hungry, and they show it every
time they try to move in on our
turf. That's not the way to do
things. Look through the pages of
history. How many kings and
kingdoms fell because of their own
greed? There's a simple rule when
it comes to any empire. If your
people aren't happy, you're as
good as dead.
Yet you still kill men.
                       DON STUCCHIO
It's unavoidable.
Don Stucchio drains his glass and sets it down.
What of your mother?
                       DON STUCCHIO
Mama? She signed the diner over to
me and went back to Italy, where
she died.
I'm sorry.


                       DON STUCCHIO
It's life. We all go through
hardships, right?
I suppose so.
Don Stucchio puffs his cigar.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I like you, Michael. You've been
good to me.
Thank you.
                       DON STUCCHIO
I won't be here forever, you know.
                       DON STUCCHIO
As tradition would go, I am to
pass the business to Paulie.
I know.
                       DON STUCCHIO
What do you think?
Michael shrugs his shoulders.
That's your decision, sir.
                       DON STUCCHIO
My son has neither the spine nor
scruples to run the business. He
lacks charisma and authority. All
qualities that are needed and that
I see in you.
Michael raises his eyebrows in surprise.
Whoa. I'm honored that you would
even consider me, Don Stucchio.
                       DON STUCCHIO
You're a bright man. I see great
potential in you. I'm not setting
it in stone or anything, but


                       DON STUCCHIO (cont'd)
you're a candidate. Paulie's still
got time to grow into it.
No. Yeah, of course.