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Empires of Crime/Part 12/In Dutch

ACT 7

EXT. EL FAY’S. DAY

In broad daylight, a TRUCKER is unloading cases of BEER, while his HELPERS roll them into the club. VINCENT “MAD DOG” COLL, a wild eyed Irish gangster crosses the street with his CREW.

                                                                     MAD DOG
                                                    Get lost. Maranzano’s supplyin’
                                                    this joint.

                                                                     TRUCKER
                                                                   (squaring off)
                                                    This is a Dutch Schulz
                                                    territory.

                                                                     MAD DOG
                                                    Not anymore.

Mad Dog draws a gun and pistol whips him down. The Trucker’s helpers run to his aid, guns drawn. Coll and his crew start shooting, spraying the truck,the beer, the helpers.  BYSTANDERS run screaming for cover.

A LITTLE GIRL

is shot. Her FATHER tries to shield her and is also hit.

MAD DOG

drags a WOUNDED TRUCKER into a car and speeds away.

INT. US ATTORNEY’S OFFICE. DAY

A BULLETIN comes off the POLICE TICKER...FIVE SHOT ON BROADWAY OUTSIDE SPEAKEASY...A SECRETARY tears off the sheet and brings into an office where Tom Dewey sits behind a mountain of paperwork.

INT. CHARLEY’S BEDROOM. DAY

Gay Orlova is lounging languidly on Charley’s yellow silk sheets. The PHONE RINGS. Charley comes out of the dressing room, resplendent in a golfing outfit---knickers, high socks and two toned golf shoes.

                                                                      GAY
                                                   You look like somethin’
                                                   out of Esquire magazine,
                                                   Charley.

                                                                      CHARLEY
                                                   I’m goin’ golfin’ with
                                                   Walter Chrysler. He’s
                                                   puttin’ up a big office
                                                   buildin’ and he wants me
                                                   to help with the unions...
                                                   (picks up the phone with a
                                                   wink at Gay)
                                                   Luciano residence...Hiya
                                                   Meyer, guess who I’m goin’
                                                   golfin’ with...Yeah, yeah,
                                                   I’ll be right there.
                                                   (slams down the phone)
                                                   You believe these crums.
                                                   I’m tryin’ make a business
                                                   out of this thing and
                                                   they’re runnin’ around
                                                   blastin’ little girls...

INT. MEDAILLIE’S OFFICE. DAY.

Tom, quivering with indignation, confronts Medaillie.

                                                                      TOM
                                                   A five year old girl was
                                                   killed instantly. Her
                                                   father is in critical
                                                   condition. All this took
                                                   place in front of El Fays,
                                                   a known speakeasy frequented
                                                   by mobsters and celebrities
                                                   and operating in flagrant
                                                   violation of the law! We
                                                   need more manpower, George.
                                                   How can we expect people
                                                   to take us seriously if we
                                                   can’t protect them on the
                                                   streets?

                                                                     MEDAILIE
                                                   One of the last things
                                                   Rothstein did was to get
                                                   our Republicans in
                                                   Washington to cut our
                                                   funding.

                                                                     TOM
                                                   We can get it back. This
                                                   is our chance, George. We
                                                   can use this to mobilize
                                                   public opinion. Press
                                                   conference, radio coverage.
                                                   Cause an uproar. If we can
                                                   make an arrest in this case
                                                   the tide will turn.

INT. DUCORE’S BACK ROOM. DAY

DUTCH SCHULZ, stocky, sloppy in a cheap suit, a borderline psychotic is ranting at Meyer and Benny.

                                                                      SCHULZ
                                                   Your guys are too rough,
                                                   Dutch, you said. Keep’em
                                                   off Broadway. We’ll take
                                                   care of your operations.
                                                   But you didn’t so I took
                                                   over.

                                                                      MEYER
                                                   And you shot a five year
                                                   old girl. Now Dewey’s
                                                   gettin’ a posse after us...

                                                                     SCHULZ
                                                   It’ll blow over like it
                                                   always does.

                                                                     MEYER
                                                   Dewey’s gonna splash that
                                                   little girl’s funeral all
                                                   over the paper. He’ll make
                                                   a big name for himself and
                                                   then he will be a problem.

Charley enters, impeccable in a dark suit.

                                                                     CHARLEY
                                                   Thought I gave orders, nobody
                                                   from the Bronx was allowed in.
                                                   What’s with the cheap suit,
                                                   Dutch? A man in your position
                                                   oughta dress the part.

                                                                     SCHULZ
                                                   Only queers wear silk shirts.

                                                                     BENNY
                                                   You oughta know...

                                                                    CHARLEY
                                                   C’mon we’re all friends here.
                                                   We told ya we’d handle your
                                                   beefs in Manhattan, Dutch.
                                                   Why the gunplay?

                                                                    SCHULZ
                                                   That greaseball Maranzano is
                                                   tryin’ to take my spots in
                                                   the Bronx. He hired this
                                                   Irishman, Mad Dog Coll,
                                                   Guy’s been shootin’ up my
                                                   joints...

                                                                    BENNY
                                                   And you been shootin’ back.

                                                                    SCHULZ
                                                   Whaddya expect? Mad Dog’s
                                                    snatchin’ my collectors.
                                                    Beats the crap outta them,
                                                    hangs ‘em from meat hooks
                                                    and holds ‘em for ransom.
                                                    I’m at war with this guy,
                                                    Charley.

                                                                   CHARLEY
                                                    And you’re bringin’ heat
                                                    down on the whole
                                                    organization.

                                                                   SCHULZ
                                                    Who’s gonna bother us? We
                                                    run the city.

                                                                   CHARLEY
                                                    Only as long as nobody
                                                    knows we do. We got the
                                                    Mayor, the DA and the
                                                    Commissioner, but they can’t
                                                    help us if we’re on the front
                                                    page blastin’ each other. Now
                                                    you gonna listen to your Uncle
                                                    Charley?

                                                                   SCHULZ
                                                    If I like what I hear.

                                                                  CHARLEY
                                                    Tell us which one of your
                                                    marksmen hit that little
                                                    girl. We slip his name to
                                                    our cops. He’s killed
                                                    resistin’ arrest.
                                                             (offers his hand)
                                                    Case closed?

                                                                  SCHULZ
                                                    You get Maranzano off my
                                                    back?

                                                                  CHARLEY
                                                    Deal.

They shake.

INT. MARANZANO’S OFFICE.DAY.

A luxurious suite overlooking Park Avenue. Seated in a thronelike chair behind a mahogany desk, a HOOD lights Maranzano’s cigar as another HOOD pours demi tasse.

                                                                  MARANZANO
                                                    So business is good?

Charley produces an ENVELOPE bulging with cash.

                                                                 CHARLEY
                                                   Very good.

                                                                 MARANZANO
                                                                    (beaming)
                                                   You’re a good earner.

                                                                 CHARLEY
                                                   Because of your good decisions,
                                                   Don Salvatore. I’ve watched
                                                   and I’ve learned as you built
                                                   up this organization. But if
                                                   I could respectfully offer a
                                                   suggestion...

                                                                 MARANZANO
                                                   Go ahead my friend.

                                                                 CHARLEY
                                                   Ease up on Dutch Schulz for
                                                   awhile.

                                                                MARANZANO
                                                  Salvatore, my gumbare Tom
                                                  Gagliano controls the
                                                  Bronx for me. This animal
                                                  Schulz burns out our spots,
                                                  kills our people on the
                                                  street.

                                                                CHARLEY
                                                 He’s nuts. We all know
                                                 we’re gonna have to do
                                                 somethin’ about him. But
                                                 startin’ a war is the
                                                 wrong way.

                                                                MARANZANO
                                                You know the Pax Romana,
                                                Salvatore? The Roman legions
                                                killed all their enemies and
                                                ruled conquered territory
                                                with an iron hand. And there
                                                was peace in the world for
                                                five centuries.

                                                                CHARLEY
                                                With respect, this ain’t
                                                Rome. In America the public
                                                rules.

                                                                MARANZANO
                                                      (points out of the window)
                                               You mean those frightened
                                               people running to get out
                                               of the rain?

                                                               CHARLEY
                                               Yeah, them. See they let us
                                               live because we give ‘em
                                               what they want. But we
                                               start shootin’ little girls
                                               they’ll howl for our blood.
                                               A thousand guns and all the
                                               money in the world won’t do
                                               us no good. Sit down with
                                               Schulz. Make a deal, you can
                                               break it later on.

                                                               MARANZANO
                                               You’ve gone soft in your
                                               Waldorf Astoria penthouse
                                               with your fancy friends,
                                               Salvatore.

                                                              CHARLEY
                                               I’ve got a position to
                                               protect. I can’t solve
                                               my problems on the street.
                                               Neither can you.

                                                              MARANZANO
                                                                (negotiating)
                                               I won’t lower myself to sit
                                               down with your animal Schulz.
                                               But I will call off my Irish
                                               mad dog. If you return the
                                               favor.

                                                              CHARLEY
                                               Fair enough.

                                                              MARANZANO
                                               This pig Masseria: He shouldn’t
                                               breathe the same air that I do.

                                                              CHARLEY
                                               I got some boys who can
                                               take him out nice and
                                               quiet...

                                                              MARANZANO
                                               Not quiet. Not with poison
                                               or a garrotte, but with a
                                               gun so the world can see
                                               he has been executed. And
                                               not by a killer with no
                                               name. I want it to be
                                               known that you, one of his
                                               lieutenants, have done
                                               this with the approval of
                                               his soldiers.

                                                              CHARLEY
                                              So you can come in later
                                              like it wasn’t your idea.
                                              Albert Anastasia works for
                                              Masseria. He can do it.

                                                              MARANZANO
                                              It must be you, personally,
                                              Salvatore.

                                                             CHARLEY
                                              I know the rules in our thing.
                                              Kill a boss you can’t take
                                              his place.

                                                             MARANZANO
                                             The man who sits at my right
                                             hand will have incredible
                                             power. But only I can be the
                                             boss of all bosses...

                                                            CHARLEY
                                                              (rising)
                                              I kiss your hand, Don
                                              Salvatore, I give you all
                                              my respect, but I won’t
                                              lower myself to be your
                                              hired killer.

                                                            MARANZANO
                                             You defy me? You present
                                             yourself as my equal?

                                                            CHARLEY
                                             This is America, Don Salvatore.
                                             All men are equal here.

INT. CATERING HALL. DAY.

Meyer’s wedding day. The GUESTS applaud as Meyer in tie and tails and Anne, radiant in a white bridal gown take the first turn around the dance floor.

AT CHARLEY’S TABLE

A PHOTOGRAPHER moves in for a picture as Genovese and Anastasia snarl at each other.

                                                            ANASTASIA
                                             You got three whore houses
                                             by the docks...You think I
                                             don’t know?

                                                            GENOVESE
                                             Whores are a separate
                                             business...

                                                            CHARLEY
                                             You guys are makin’ millions
                                             runnin’ booze and you’re
                                             goin’ to war over a two
                                             dollar cathouse...

He applauds vigorously as Meyer and Anne dance by.

                                                             COSTELLO
                                            Hey Annie I got a car waitin'
                                            if you wanna change your
                                            mind....

                                                             CHARLEY
                                             Annie, I haven't gotten a
                                             chance to know you yet, but
                                             if you could trap this night
                                             owl you must be one hell of
                                             a woman.

Everybody laughs. Charley puts his arm around Meyer.

                                                            CHARLEY
                                             But this guy... I gotta say
                                             there is no more finer or
                                             more loyal friend on earth
                                             than Meyer Lansky. I trust
                                             this man with my life. And
                                             I know you can, too.

                                                            MEYER
                                             Thanks, Charley. That means
                                             a lot to me.

As they hug, Benny slips in and lifts the envelopes out of Meyer’s pocket. Everybody laughs as he runs away.

                                                            MEYER (CONT'D)
                                             Hey, somebody call a cop.

EXT. ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK. DAY.

A balmy, May afternoon. TOURISTS stroll past THE PRESIDENT  hotel.

INT. BRIDAL SUITE. DAY.

Sun drenched. Strewn with gifts and flowers. Meyer is on the couch reading the paper. Anne, tousled and dreamy in a white negligee, sneaks up and puts her hand over his eyes.

                                                            ANNE
                                             Guess who...

                                                            MEYER
                                             Pola Negri? Mary Pickford?
                                             Oh, it's little Annie
                                             Citron, the grocer's
                                             daughter.

There is a loud KNOCK on the door. Outside we hear:

                                                           BENNY
                                             This is the house detective.
                                             Do you have a woman in
                                             there?

Laughing, Meyer opens the door and Benny comes bursting in.

                                                            MEYER
                                             What are you doin’ here?

                                                            BENNY
                                             I came down for the weekend
                                             with Esther. Look who I
                                             found pickin' pockets in
                                             the lobby...

Charley enters, respectfully, hat in hand.

                                                            CHARLEY
                                             What a coincidence, huh.

                                                            BENNY
                                             We're gonna steal the
                                             blushing groom away for
                                             a second. Give him some
                                             pointers...

                                                            MEYER
                                                      (kisses Annie)
                                             I won't be long...

INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR. DAY.

Charley, Meyer and Benny walk quickly down the corridor.

                                                            CHARLEY
                                             Capone's here..

                                                            MEYER
                                            Ricca and Guzik are the
                                            brains behind the Chicago
                                            mob, Charley...

                                                           CHARLEY
                                            Yeah, but Capone's the balls.

                                                           BENNY
                                           How you gonna con these
                                           hardheads into making you
                                           boss?

                                                           CHARLEY
                                           Just like AR said: Give
                                           ‘em a good proposition.
                                           Then step back and hope
                                           they don’t kill each other...

They walk past a BEEFY HOOD into:

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. DAY.

It looks like a gathering of prosperous businessmen, amiable, well-dressed. They are grazing around a buffet table stocked with plates of cold cuts and bottles of premium whiskey.

                                                           CHARLEY
                                          Gentlemen, having a good time?

AL CAPONE, stocky and moonfaced, responds:

                                                           CAPONE
                                           Where's the broads, Charley?

                                                           CHARLEY
                                           I gotta play Cupid for Al
                                           Capone? Meyer, make the
                                           introductions.

Meyer steps to the table. CAMERA PANS where he points.

                                                           MEYER
                                           This, of course, is Al
                                           Capone, the boss of
                                           Chicago...Over here,from
                                           Boston, we got King Solomon
                                           who's as wise as his name.
                                           Lou Rothkopf--all the
                                           showgirls call him Uncle
                                           Louie--from Cleveland, along
                                           with, Moe Dalitz and Chuck
                                           Polizzi. Joe Bernstein from
                                           Detroit, Commodore of the
                                           Little Jewish Navy, bringing
                                           all that premium liquor down
                                           from Canada. Nig Rosen from
                                           Philly,the City of Brotherly
                                           Love, we hope. My good friend
                                           Longie Zwillman from Newark.
                                           John Lanzia, representing Mr
                                           Prendergast in Kansas City.
                                           Frank Erickson and Benny
                                           Siegel from New York along
                                           with Mr. Buchalter from the
                                           Garment Center. And I'd like
                                           to thank our host, Mr. Nucky
                                           Johnson, a very influential
                                           man here in Atlantic City...

                                                        SOLOMON
                                           It's nice that you're pickin'
                                           up our rooms, Charley. But
                                           what do we gotta do for you?

                                                        LUCIANO
                                           Well, for openers, you can
                                           stop shootin’ each other.

END ACT SIX

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