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EMPIRES OF CRIME/Part 3
By
Heywood Gould

                                                                          Act 1 (cont)

EXT. DELANCEY STREET. DAY.

ELECTION DAY. A gray drizzle cannot dampen the festivities. BANNERS reading MURPHY FOR ASSEMBLY flutter from lampposts. A BAND PLAYS. CHESTNUT VENDORS hawk their wares.  POLITICOS in DERBIES  with GOLD WATCH CHAINS slap backs and kiss babies.

INT. LANDING. DAY

Two men climb the stairs, chatting amiably. One is TIM SULLIVAN, the Tammany Man, the other FIORELLO LA GUARDIA, short,round, bursting with energy. La Guardia carries a bouquet, Sullivan a fresh killed turkey. They knock at a door.

                                                                LA GUARDIA
                                                The Republicans are gonna
                                                catch up on you guys today.
                                                Only underdogs vote in the
                                                rain.

                                                                SULLIVAN
                                                 Ah now, we'll get the vote out.

An ITALIAN LADY opens the door. La Guardia bows.
  
                                                                LA GUARDIA
                                                 Fiorello La Guardia, Signora,
                                                 from the Republican Party,
                                                 the party of Lincoln, Teddy
                                                 Roosevelt, the party of the
                                                 poor…

Sullivan laughs and interjects.

                                                                SULLIVAN
                                                 Don't believe him, mama. The
                                                 Republicans are rich.
                                                 Rockefeller, J.P. Morgan…
                                                 (thrusting the turkey at her)
                                                 Big Tim Sullivan.

                                                                LA GUARDIA
                                                 That turkey won't get you
                                                 a fair wage…

                                                                SULLIVAN
                                                  But it'll feed your kids.
                                                  I see you've got your
                                                  husband Vittorio and three
                                                  boys here. That's five votes.

                                                                ITALIAN LADY
                                                  My boys is too young to vote.

                                                                SULLIVAN
                                                  Mama, we don't discriminate.
                                                  (with a scornful look at La Guardia)
                                                  We ain't sellin' fancy ideas. We're
                                                  in business to help  good Democrats.

EXT. BOWERY. DAY.

A cold rain falls over the district where the streetwalkers prowl. Salvatore stands in a doorway pouring liquid opium into small jars, while little Davey keeps watch. A YOUNG PROSTITUTE, wet and shivering, stumbles in.

                                                                 PROSTITUTE
                                                   Hey Salvatore, I was lookin'
                                                   for you on Pell Street.

                                                                 SALVATORE
                                                   Can't help ya now, toots,  I
                                                   got work to do.

Maier jumps, shivering into the storefront followed by BENNY SIEGEL, a scrawny kid with a crazy look in his eye, who looks avidly at the Prostitute.
     
                                                                 MAIER
                                                  Okay we're here.

                                                                 SALVATORE
                                                  I told ya to bring some
                                                  tough guys, not this skinny
                                                  marink…

                                                                 BENNY
                                                           (squares off)
                                                  I can take care of myself.
                                                  Wanna see?

A WAGON rolls up and  Hines shouts:

                                                                 HINES
                                                  Hey you guys, no brawlin'
                                                  on Election Day. Who can
                                                  read here?

                                                                  MAIER
                                                  Whaddya think we're stupid?

                                                                 HINES
                                                  See this list? These people
                                                  are all dead, but they like
                                                  Charley Murphy so much we're
                                                  gonna bring 'em  back to life
                                                  to vote for him.

MONTAGE…The BOYS get out the vote.

A BOWERY GIN MILL…DRUNKS mumble in their beers. Salvatore and his boys burst through the swinging doors, shouting:

                                                                  SALVATORE
                                                  Election day…Everybody
                                                  votes.

And drag the drunks off their stools, promising:

                                                                  SALVATORE
                                                  After you vote all the
                                                  drinks are on Mr. Charley
                                                   Murphy…

OUTSIDE A KOSHER RESTAURANT…Maier and Benny recruit voters in a crowd of ORTHODOX JEWS.

                                                                  MAIER
                                                   Two bits every time you
                                                   vote.
    
                                                                  OLD MAN
                                                   Two bits. Vus es two
                                                   bits?
     
                                                                   MAIER
                                                   A quarter.

The crowd is impressed. "A quarter…"

A BROTHEL…Maier and Benny hang back shyly as Salvatore emerges with a PROSTITUTE, pale and depleted from drugs.

                                                                   PROSTITUTE
                                                   I'm sick Salvatore.

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                   Vote for Charley Murphy,
                                                    I'll give you the cure…

Suddenly, several gaudily dressed PIMPS burst out. "Where ya think you're goin'?"

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                    Ah, we'll bring 'em right
                                                    back.

                                                                   PIMP
                                                     (shoves Salvatore)
                                                    Take a walk.

Benny jumps in and kicks him in the groin. The other pimps jump him, but Benny fights them off furiously.

                                                                  MAIER
                                                     Okay, Benny they had
                                                     enough.

                                                                  BENNY
                                                     Not 'til I say so.

Benny knocks a pimp to his knees and kicks him in the face Pulls another pimp down by his hair and slams his head into the ground. Salvatore steps back and watches in amazement.

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                                      (to Meyer)
                                                      This kid's nuts…

                                                                   MAIER
                                                      They call him Bugsy on
                                                      the block. Everybody's
                                                      scared of him.
    
                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                      But not you?

                                                                   MAIER
                                                      Benny's my best friend. He
                                                      wouldn't hurt me. 

EXT. POLLING PLACE. DAY.

A long line of VOTERS, some illiterate, some underage, herded together by Salvatore and his boys. PRECINCT CAPTAINS with DERBIES  and GOLD WATCH CHAINS, speaking Yiddish, English and Italian with thick New York accents, escort VOTERS into the booths and mark their ballots for them. " Charley Murphy's the people's choice.."

MAIER

escorts an old Jewish man up to a corrupt ELECTION OFFICIAL.

                                                                    ELECTION OFFICIAL
                                                       What's his name?

                                                                    MAIER
                                                       Vus es die nommen?

                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                         (reads haltingly from
                                                          a slip)
                                                       Liam O'Kelly..?

                                                                    ELECTION OFFICIAL
                                                                    (checks off the name)
                                                       A fine Irish name.

Salvatore brings up a PROSTITUTE.

                                                                    ELECTION OFFICIAL
                                                       Name…

                                                                   PROSTITUTE
                                                       Rabbi Nathan Goldberg.

                                                                   ELECTION OFFICIAL
                                                       Right this way, Your Holiness...

EXT. POLLING PLACE. DAY.

As the voters emerge, Salvatore and his boys march them to the back of the line. Salvatore grabs a BOWERY LUSH.

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                       Where ya goin, pal, you're voting
                                                       again. Everybody's votin'
                                                       today....

EXT. ELIZABETH STREET. NIGHT.

The boy gather eagerly around Salvatore as he counts off the money from a big roll.

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                       Twelve bucks for Benny.
                                                       Twelve for Maier. Twenty
                                                       four for me. I get double
                                                       'cause it's my proposition.

                                                                   MAIER
                                                       Okay. I got a proposition
                                                       for you.

ESSEX STREET. NIGHT.

Maier, Salvatore and Benny stand in the shadows watching a CRAP GAME. A YOUNG GAMBLER with a FLASHY YOUNG LADY in a low cut dress, is rolling the dice.

                                                                   MAIER
                                                       Gimme eight dollars I'll
                                                       give you sixteen back.

                                                                   SALVATORE
                                                       (hands him the money)
                                                       You better…

THE YOUNG GAMBLER turns to his lady friend.

                                                                   YOUNG GAMBLER
                                                       Here doll, blow on these for luck.
                                                                                                        
The Young Lady bends, giving the players a good look and blows flirtatiously on the dice.

MAIER.

darts into the crowd, throwing the money down. The Young Gambler  rolls a SEVEN.

                                                                   STICK MAN
                                                       Lucky seven…

He throws some bills back at the Young Man. Maier jumps in.

                                                                   MAIER
                                                       Hey Mister, what about
                                                       me?

The Stick man looks up at the BANKER, another Italian.

                                                                   BANKER
                                                       Kid got lucky. Pay him  off.

                                                                    MAIER
                                                       It's s'posed to be three  to
                                                       two.

                                                                    BANKER
                                                       Kid's a bookkeeper.

SALVATORE AND BENNY

are waiting in the shadows.

                                                                    SALVATORE
                                                       How did you know this guy
                                                       was gonna roll a natural?
 
                                                                    MAIER
                                                       It 's a trick. He palms the loaded
                                                       dice. While everybody's watchin'
                                                       the pretty girl he switches 'em.
                                                                                                       
Salvatore gives him an affectionate smack.

                                                                    SALVATORE
                                                       You got some eyes on you to spot this
                                                       racket. We're gonna make big money,
                                                       me and you.

Next: Part 4/Dirty Money
In a new department the Daily Event will reoffer some of these scripts. Read them and decide: would you like to have seen this movie?

Our first script is EMPIRES OF CRIME. Seven years in development it is a six part mini-series commissioned by a broadcast network and later reacquired by a cable station.

The story is about the founders of Organized Crime, Meyer Lansky, and "Lucky" Luciano, their fifty year partnership and the empire they created. Their friendships and families, lives and loves. It is also about their implacable enemy Thomas Dewey, a young Republican attorney who built a political career prosecuting the Mob that propelled him to the NY Governor's Mansion and almost to the White House.

*For Introduction with submission, Part 1 & 2 visit heywoodgould.com