Interior of a car, a small blond boy is locked in a car by his mother who is quickly dashing into a shop, he climbs in the front seat. Eyeline match of a trilby hat above the glove box. He puts it on and pretends to drive.
Danny Bianchi (First Lines) VO-
It was always my dream to be in the world of wiseguys...mobsters, gangsters- whatever you wanna call it. Although I was born to an third generation Irish-Italian 'baso ceto'' family in late 80s Elizabeth, New Jersey and too young to watch the Godfather trilogy or Goodfellas, it didn't stop me dreaming. Pinstriped three pieces and black cadillacs were a thing of the past, but even at that tender young age- I knew what continued to go on the other side of the Hudson, more real than any gangster movie I had ever seen.
He then picks up a newspaper from a brown bag of groceries and smirks at the headline. Jump cut to a close up of a newspaper being folded in half and tucked under a man's arm. This is the older Danny Bianchi.
Danny Bianchi (VO)-
With a name like Bianchi, it wasn't unacheivable. Mama and Papa Bianchi saw my future as pushing a pen in the local construction office- but I knew my own destiny would involve the Lancelotta Crime Family, notorious in Manhattan and our corner of New Jersey.
Danny examines his wrist watch and slides a cigarette into his mouth. He is sat at a cigarette table- surrounded by soldiers. Sitting opposite him is Mike Capuzza- the capo. Low angle shot to suggest power and status,
Guess what? It did.
Mike Capuzza-
'Minchioneria'! What the fuck, Castrellano!? It's fuckin' obvious this shit has been cut with glucose powder. Fuckin' go round the back and get some more....yeah, I'm fuckin' talkin' to you?! Why the fuck would I have said your name otherwise? Any other Castrellanos in the the room? No, there fuckin' isn't. There can't possibly be...because your brother Michael is chained to a truck engine, floating around at the bottom of the Hudson with his dick cut off for makin' fuckin' mistakes! Capice?
Close up of Danny, steely eyed to the chaos around him, jump cut to Mike- who claps his hands.
Mimi?! Where the fuck is Mimi? MIMI! 'DONNICCIOLA!
A tired young woman with a face full of make up rushes over as soon as she is called.
Mimi Morello-
Yes baby?
Mike Capuzza-
Get started on the the spring cleaning. The feds are bound to be knocking about by the end of the week, and I can't fuckin' deal with anything else being pinned on me.
Mike and Mimi argue- she ends up getting punched to the floor, diagetic sound is silenced.
Danny Bianchi (VO)-
The man is Mike Capuzza. Capo. The woman is Mimi Morello, Mike's comare and a known informant to the FBI. Not known to him, of course. Smart wiseguys know to keep their women seperate to their work, but not Mike. He thought he was untouchable.
Mimi clutches her cheek and walks off- high angle shot to show subsmission. Mike shouts after her.
Mike Capuzza-
....oh, and Mimi- fuckin' tell Gigi if he wants ins on the next executive game then he better give me my fuckin' money. He can't just rob a benefit concert with LaPerla and give me fuckin' 'niente'....so anyway, Danny- I think you're ready to be confirmed...first thin-
Eyeline match of Danny staring at a cassette recorder under the table, and close up him pressing 'REC'.
Danny Bianchi (VO)-
What? I never said what side I was on.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Friday, 11 December 2009
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
