“Enjoy yourself — every day above ground
is a good day.”
ANONYMOUS, MIAMI 1981
1 A PROLOGUE 1
crawls up the screen — with Narrator.
In May 1900, Fidel Castro — in an
effort to normalize relations with
the Carter Administration — opened
the harbor at Mariel, Cuba with the
apparent intention of letting some
of his people join their relatives
in the United States. Within seventy-
two hours, 3,000 U.S. boats were headed
for Cuba. In the next few weeks, it
became evident that Castro was forcing
the boat owners to carry back with
them not only their relatives but the
dregs of his jail population. 3y the
time the port was closed 125,000
‘Marielitos’ had landed in Florida.
An estimated 25,000 had criminal
records. This is the story of that
minority — those they call ‘Los
The prologue is shredded diagonally by the blade of a
stilleto and in the empty black void we:
Opening Montage – Documentary Footage:
2 THE DISEMBARKATION 2
from the harbor in Mariel, Cuba. Vessels of every nature,
waving masses, demonstrations….
THE CROSSING 3
i7 Sun and storm.
4 THE LANDING – KEY WEST 4
The flag of the United States. Choppers swooping over the
ragged coastline of the Keys. Emerald waters dotted with
fishing trawlers and pleasure craft, an “America the
Beautiful” -type Immigration theme surging over ‘this.
5 THE PROCESSING 5
Long lines. Immigration and Nationalization Officials,
customs, Public Health, FBI, Church and Relief Organizations.
Babies bawling, arguments over paperwork, refugees being
interviewed by TV news, people crying, people eating,
families huddled on floors…chaos.
The music theme continuing in stately calm
6 INT. OFFICE – PROCESSING HALL – AFTERNOON – A FULL 6
and CLOSEUP OF TONY MONTANA ant
the scar-faced one, in the young angry prime of his life.
We dwell first on the scar which he likes to scratch now and
then. We move to the eyes, pure in their fury. Finally we
encompass the face — the face of a man about to explode —
muscle, tissue, brain — a man willing to live or die and
on the increment of a moment, inflict or receive either one.
He is clothed in rags crossed with holes, his shoes broken
cardboard, his hair unkempt, his complexion sallow from
VOICE #1 (0.8.)
Okay so what do you call yourself?
VOICE #2 (0.6.)
Corn0 se llama?
Where’d you learn to speak the English,
My old man — he was American.
I always know, y’know, one day I
I see all the
gonna come to America.
So where’s your old man now?
He’s dead. He died. Somewhere….
She’s dead too.
6 CONTINUED 6
What kind of work you do in Cuba,
This. That. The Army. Some con-
Unhunh. Got any family in the States,
Tony? Cousins, brother-in-law?
Nobody. Everybody’s dead.
Y’ever been in jail, Tony?
Me jail? No way.
We now reveal three men in civilian clothing in the dark
afternoon light of the little room. Actually it’s a
plywood office somewhere in the processing hall and we hear
the din from the hall over the question and answer. Two of
the men sit around a desk, the Third Man stands in a corner,
staring at Tony, the most authoritative-looking of the
off a list)
You been in a mental hospital, Tony?
Yeah, in the boat coming over.
How ’bout homosexuality, Tony? You.
like men, y’like to dress up like a
(to Man #2)
Never tried it. What the (X)
with this guy, what’s he think I am?
Just answer the questions, Tony.
The voices of the men remain cool and collected throughout.
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(to Man #l)
Arrested? Vagrancy? Marijuana?
. Never. Nothing.
His eye movements are rapid (over shoulders, sides, doors)
and he does a lot of touching — objects — lightly with the
tips of the fingers. Man #3 is stepping forward out of the
So where’d you get the beauty scar?
I was a kid. You should see the
(a grim chuckle)
He holds up Tony’s hand and indicates the tattoo between the
thumb and second finger — a heart with the word “Madre”
scaled through it.
Oh that was for my sweetheart.
We been seeing more and more of these.
It’s some kinda code these guys used
in the can. Pitchfork means an assassin
or something. This one’s new…You
want to tell us, Montana or you want to
take a little trip to the detention
Hey, so I was in the can once for
buying dollars. Big deal.
6 CONTINUED – 3
That’s pretty funny, Tony.
Some Canadian tourist….
What’d you mug him first? Get him
so I fuck Castro, what’s it to
you? You a Communist or something?
How would you like it they tell you
all the time what to think, what to
do, you wanna be like a sheep, like
everybody else. Baa baa? Puta! You
want a stoolie on every block? You
wanna work eight hours a day and you
never own nothing? I ate octopus three
times a day, fucking octopus is coming
out my ears, fuckin’ Russian shoes are
eating through my feet. Whaddaya want?
You want me to stay there? Hey, I’m
no little whore, I’m no stinking thief!
I’m Tony Montana and I’m a political
prisoner here from Cuba and I want my
fucking ‘Human Rights’ just like
President Jimmy Carter says, okay?…
There’s a certain eloquence to the man`s plea but
it falls on disbelieving ears. One of them chuckles.
Carter should see this human right.
He’s good. He’s very good. What do ix:
you say Harry?
I.. ‘Freedomtown.’ Let them take a
look at him. A long look.
Hey, that’s okay, too, Harry. No
Man #3 at the door stops, looks back.
Send me here, send me there. This.
That. Nothing you can do to me
Harry, Castro didn’t do — nothing….
That taunting smile on Tony’s lips as, to the music of the
immigration theme, we:
7-A WT. FEDERAL BUS – HOUR LATER 7-P
The bus is packed with the harder-looking refugee-types.
The windows are caged and we see INS guards.
level is high, like a sack of monkeys.
Manny (Manolo) Ribera’s got his feet up on an empty seat. (X)
He’s big, strong, handsome, with dashing darkly feminine
eyes — younger than Tony, and dapper in his cheap clothing.
He’s eating a Baby Ruth candy bar.
So I’ll sit in your lap.
Tony pushes his feet off, sits. He takes the Baby Ruth out
of Manny’s hand, peels out the bar of chocolate, then
returns the empty wrapper to Manny,
So what’d you tell them?
I told them what you told me to tell
them. I told them I was in sani-
tation in Cuba.
I didn’t tell you sanitation.
you to tell them you was in a sani-
tarium, not sanitation.
The bus pulling out now.
7-A CONTINUED 7-A
Is that what you told me?..You didn’t
tell me that.
You know if you hadn’t opened your
mouth, they woulda thought you were
a horse. I told you to tell them you
had TB and
Fuck you Tony….
You did nothing right. I shoulda left
you in Cuba.
7-B EXT. MIAMI FROM BUS – ESTABLISHING SHOT 7-B
of Miami as, to the music of the Immigration theme, we:
8 INT. TONY’S TENT – FREEDOMTOWN – NIGHT (SIX MONTHS LATER) 8
A movie projector…
. . . the face of Bogart — unshaven, paranoid.
a badly damaged 16 mm print of The Treasure of the Sierra –
Madre. It’s near the end of the film and he’s alone, talking
to himself just before the bandits get him….
The rag-tag audience is noisily yammering back at the screen,
the camera moving past Manny Ray, chewing gum, hair slicked,
eyes in cat-like repose…to Tony, enrapt, eyes like an
eleven year old, mouth hanging open.
What a thing.
Xf you believe you’ve got a conscience,
‘it`ll pester you to death. But if you
don’t believe you’ve got one, what can
it do to you? Makes me sick so much
talking and fussing about nonsense.
Time to go to sleep.
(closes his eyes
but not for long)
9 INT. TENT – LATER THATNIGHT 9
Tony is moving down 23rd Street, the walk proud and jungle
in the rock of the hips and the cast of the shoulders —
now accompanied by his handsome compadre, Manny
That Bogart, Chico, hunh?
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Fucking crazy, hunh!
That gold dust blowing in the wind.
Y’see Manny, he’s always looking
over his shoulder. Hunh? Like me….
He hunches, darting exaggerated looks over his shoulder,
imitating Bogart. Manny laughs. In his black shirt with
zig-zag dots and colors and the baggy pants and sunglasses,
Tony’s starting to look American. He’s even got himself a
pop button pinned to his shirt that says “Fuck Off and Die.”
And hi6 English rolls faster off his tongue, his confidence
I . . don’t trust nobody.
Yeah all that gold, hunh — I guess
you get 60 crazy you never trust no-
body no more.
Never happen to me, Chico. That’s one
thing I never gonna be. I never gonna
be crazy like that.
Yeah, how do you know….
I don’t know. Sometime6 you crazy,
Assholes, I go crazy. You Manny, I
never go crazy with you. You’re
like my brother, I love you!
playfully punches Manny and they walk on into the
humid night, intersecting a young punk, Chi-Chi.
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Oye Chi-Chi, what’s going down.
Usual shit. Want some peanuts?
Pago’s carrying tonight.
I don’t know, I get all fucked up on
Want some new snatch? A pussycat
name of Yolanda just rolled onto the
Oh yeah, what she look like?
She look like you ‘cept she got a
A real snatch?
You’re not kidding. It talks.
As they chatter, Tony moves on with a movement of the head
for Manny. “Later.”
He’s in the middle of the “Boulevard” where a bustling black
market in toiletries, clothing, cigarettes, and transves-
tites is conducted nightly in the harsh glare of barrack
He ambles past a bunch of young guys throwing a Frisbee,
past a “Viva Carter!” proclamation in graffiti….
What about you sugar — you wanna
Yeah with whose cock, honey?
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10 EXT. FREEDOMTOWN GROUNDS – NIGHT
Tony, five minutes later, in a phone booth, in the middle of
._ a bank of them, dozens of Marielietos pressing to get in,
trying still to contact somebody — anybody — on the outside.
Tony is dialing, his eyes shifting down to the telephone
number written in pencil on the back of a snapshot- As he
finishes the number, he flips the snapshot over and we see
a young girl, about thirteen years old, dark, tiny, fiery,
standing together with a dog and Tony, early twenties, in
shadow, the fringes of the photo heavily tattered with
handling. Tony stares at it, his mind drifting as the phone
rings in a distant place. A brief moment of repose we have
not yet seen in Tony.
Someone picks up the phone. An older woman’s Voice. His
expression alters to uncertainty.
Yes? ..Hello?..Who is this?
Tony changes his mind, hangs up. Pause. The faces of those
in line peer in, the next party raps on the door, but Tony
ignores it, slips the snapshot back into the wallet in his
pants, then at his own pace, exits the phone booth.
He walks a few beats, his eyes pensive. Then recognizes
somebody in another phone booth and goes over.
Angel Frenandez has got the face of one, as he argues on
the phone, then hangs up, a desolate look on his face, a
worn phone book in his hand.
Angel, how ya doin’?
You know how many goddamn Fernandezes
are living in fucking Union City? And
I gotta call every fucking one of ’em
to find my brother!
Don’t waste your dime, Chico. You
know your brother hates you.
Go fuck yourself, Tony.
Manny catches up to Tony.
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Whatcha hanging around with that
Hey Chi-Chi’s okay, he hears things,
What’s he hear I don’t hear.
Angel over, listens.
He hears we got problems. Im-
migration is having these hearings,
y ‘ know? And they’re saying nine
out of ten of us is gonna get
Yeah. And a lotta shit just went
down at Indiantown Gap. In
Pennsylvania. Riots, fires, broken
heads.. -things are gonna pop here.
Shit, I coulda told you that.
Yeah, so what do you think the
immigration’s gonna do when we
riot? You think they’re gonna let
us out? They’re gonna throw away
the key, that’s what.
What’s I say. This is
gonna end bad, muchachos….
Hey, I tell youguys this isn’t Cuba
here, this is the United States.
They got nothing but lawyers here.
We’re on the television. We’re in
the newspapers. Whatta they gonna
do — ship us back to Cuba? Castro
— he don’t want us. Nobody no
place wants us so whatta they gonna
do — put us in a gas chamber so all
the people can see? They’re stuck
with us, Chico — they gotta let us
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Yeah, well, what if we gotta sit here
another six months, hunh?
You worry too much, mi hermano. Like
the man says, ‘when you got ’em by
the balls, their hearts and minds gonna
Tony winks and walks off.
The radio is playing hard rock, something like Blondie or
Benatar from the stoop of a nearby barrack. Tony loves the
sound and swings into it, snapping his fingers and rolling
his hips like Presley. He back-peddles, smiling at Manny
‘Oh yeah America! Love-to love you
baby, oh yeah!’
EXT. PLAYING FIELD – DAY – TWO WEEKS LATER
Camera on Tony shuffling and feinting a soccer ball in al
impromtu game; he’s covered with sweat, tires a fancy mo\
around a younger kid who not only steals the ball away fl
him but manages to lay him flat on his face.
The game, leaving him behind, shifts downfield.
Qye ! Tony! C’mon!
Mamy, just arrived at the edge of the field, waves him o
Tony, getting up, brushing himself off, walks off the fie
(at a distance)
Hey Tony where ya going?
I got better-things to do.
Chicken liver, hunh?
You ready for the good news, cone?
We can be outta here in thirty days.
Not only that. We got a green card
and a job in Miami! Hunh? We’re
made, Chico, we’re made?
Yeah, whadda we gotta do, go to
Cuba and hit the Beard or what?
Angel is walking towards them. Tony signals him.
Forget it. Oh yeah — there’s a
hundred greenbacks in it, For both
Hey you’re kidding, that’s great!
But Manny, you tell your guys Angel
gets out with us.
As Rebenga, in long-lensed closeup, nervously smokes a
cigarette, eyes roving as the guard examines his papers.
MONTAGE – THE RIOT – FREEDOMTOWN – DAY 13
The visuals are swift, dispassionate and documentary-like.
The refugees storm the barbed wire at the main gate,
carrying bricks and wooden slats.
NATIONAL GUARDSMEN AND STATE POLICE 14
form ranks outside.
flee through a hole in the fence.
move on them, wielding clubs.
are scooting down a highway.
on chains are glimpsed.
,.– 19 REFUGEES 15
throw stones and debris from the rooftop of a barrack.
20 REBENGA 2C
a cigarette in his mouth, into a barrack.
21 ANGEL 21
tracks him, signals….
INSIDE – REFUGEES
are pulling apart their beds, going for the wooden slats.
Others set fire to their mattresses.
23 THE POLICE AND GUARDS 23
are moving through the gates, restoring order. Loudspeakers
blast. Injured refugees lie bleeding on the grounds.
24 AN ENTIREBARRACK 24
now goes up in flames.
25 INSIDE THE BARRACK 25
A bewildered Emilio Rebenga grabs his papers and valuables.
Manny runs up on him.
Rebenga sees him, senses danger, flees down the aisle with
his satchel, intersecting other panicked refugees.
Rebenga stumbles into a bed frame, shatters his glasses,
then runs on. Into the smoke and flame. Out of which
Scarface now appears — in his killing wrath.
of the voice.
Rebenga snaps to the sound
From the friends you fucked!
The work is fast. The stiletto punches nine quick holes in
his lungs and his heart.. .And the figure of death is gone.
. . .And Emilio Rebenga staggers wildly in the smoke, uncompre-
hending eyes encased in broken glasses Sinking out of frame.
26 EXT. FREEDOMTOWN – DAY 26
The riot is over. The grounds are still, smoke and debris
2.7 INT. PROCESSXNG ROOM – DAY – A MONTH LATER 27
An Immigration Officer passes a sheaf of documents across a
desk into a pair of hands. The camera gliding along a
Green Card pinned to the top of the stack.
It says “ANTHONY MONTANA” and it has picture and stamps.
It’s official, as the camera moves with triumphant
immigration theme music.to the face of Mr. Montana
examining quite contentedly the rewards of his efforts.
End of montage. Music continues.
27-A EXT. DOWNTOWN MIAMI – SUNNY DAY 27-A
The new Miami is rising UbiqUitOUSly above Biscayne Bay,
the camera moving past blossoming skyscrapers, workmen,
huge cranes, glass, mirrors booming upwards into a
beautiful blue Florida sky, fleeced with perfectly white
clouds.. .past a giant billboard:
HOW ABOUT A MILLION DOLLAR LOAN?
COME TALK TO US…
AT THE BANCO DE MIAMI…
Past banks of glass (Caribank, Banco de Venezuela,
Insert a car sticker going by with the image of the
American flag and the reminder: “WilI. the last American
leaving Miami please bring flag?”
Tony and MaMy bop al.oig the street in their hand-me-down
clothes, oogling the chicas and the bodegas (in a plush
modern area of Miami). Boats. Buildings. Cars.
J3oy — can you believe this place
Man, they weren’t kidding around.
a little old
See that old guy over there?
How do you know?
Go over there. Ask him gimme some
money. He’ll give you the silver
right outta his pants — that’s
America man, that’s what they do
Yeah? Hey Tony catch this tomato.
Ooooh baby doll…(*SEE NOTE)
A hot Cuban girl in heels comes down the sidewalk towards
them with a female friend. NOTE)
Hey baby what you say? (*SEE NOTE)
She looks at him like he was the last thing in the world
she’d say anything to.
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Tony waves her off, then changes his mind and runs up
behind her and throws up her skirt and peeks at her ass.
Before she can react, he hops away laughing as the two
Cuban girls ad-lib Spanish expletives at him.
Bey that’s not cool, man. You wanna
score one of these chicks, watch
He wiggles his tongue up and down, fast like a small
whirring motor part, then slips it back into his mouth in
the flick of an eye.
…the fuck was #at?
You didn’t see it? You weren’t
looking. Hey you gotta watch for it.
Does it again, quickly; it looks like a baby robin’s head
peeking out of a nest iin his teeth, then it’s gone.
What the hell’s that for — eating
bugs? That’s disgustin’.
You think so hunh? Well you don’t
know shit ’bout chicks Chico.
they see this, they know. They go
crazy. They don’t resist me.
Does it again. Tony tries but lacks the speed and agility,
provoking Manny’s laughter. Many double checks himself in a
Takes practice, mi sangre, but they
just love it when you flop that
pussy with it….
Oooh…cono! How ’bout that one?
Pointing to a tall, cool blonde across the avenue.
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27-B EXT. MIAMI SHOPPING STREET – DAY 27-B
Tony walks right out into the avenue, sticking .out his arm
and stopping traffic. Cars honk angrily but he couldn’t
give a shit.
Manny follows as Tony now moves across the opposite lane, a
car screeching to a halt in front of him.
Okay Rober Retfor, strut your stuff.
The blonde has paused to look in a shop window.
Manny stops alongside, pretends to look. When he catches
her eyes, he flicks his tongue.
She looks at him, confused, then back into the window.
Manny look back at Tony, winks, sidles closer to her.
Tony, waiting off to the side, catches the gaze of a somber
child, four, toddling along with it’s’mom. Be makes his
own version of a funny face at the kid who looks back at
him puzzled. Tony produces another face. The kid now
smiles. The mother looks over. Tony shrugs. She smiles
and moves along.
Meanwhile, Manny has moved close to the blonde and suggests
something, his eyebrows raising, the smile crooked. It
takes a moment, then the blonde smacks him across the face
and walks away.
Tony walks over to him, mocking.
Pobre hijo de puta — you got it all
mixed up. This country first you
gotta get the money, then you get
the power and when you got the
power, then you get the women — and
then, Chico, you got the world by
the balls. Por 10s conjones.
There you go talking bit again man.
You don’t know shit about the world.
Who was it got us the green card,
who got us the friends with the
connections, hunh — who’s getting
: 27-B c0NT1NuED 27-B
us a job? You or me? Not you man.
You lucky you have any friends. You
lucky to have me as a friend….
they walk off, back
As to camera. (Xl
Yeah, so where’s this job?
Don’t push men, my friends gonna
take care of everything.
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28 LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT – LITTLEHAVANA – NIGHT 28
on Southwest 8th Street. nCalle Ocho”….
The parking lot is crammed with Moby Dick-size cars and
casual Cubans in sports clothes bunched in conversations
around their wheels or at the ice cream stand.
The inside is a brightly lit glitterdome with fancy mirrors
and chandelier effects, Spanish in influence, and every
It combines the social functions of a
table is taken.
family restaurant, cafe, tourist haunt and late-night
watering hole for various beasts of prey.
The waitresses move like well-oiled troops along the paths
to the kitchen, turning the tables at a speedy rate. The
camera following past the pots and the pans and the steam
and the yelling cooks — to the deepest, darkest recess of
. . . To reveal Tony Montana stubbing grease off the pots and
Manny Ray washing a stack of dishes. They’re filthy and
exhausted. A dish slips through Manny’s fingers and crashes
to the floor. A look between them suffices to tell us all.
Your big shot friend better come up
with something soon. I didn’t come
to America to break my fucking back,
Hey he’s coming okay! What do you
29 INT./EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT – NIGHT – HOURS LATER
we are looking through a cubbyhole at the diners. Young
Cuban guys with chiquitas drift in with their fancy clothes,
diamonds and — the mark of status — large bodyguards.
They’re out front with the flash, shaking hands with
friends, kissing, talking loud, familiar with the waitresses.
Staring through the smeared window enrapt are Tony and
M–q, wiping the sweat off their faces with towels.
Look at that chick man, wow! Look
at them knockers.
Yeah, look at the punk with her.
What’s he got that I don’t got?
He’s good-looking that’s what, look
at his clothes, flash Chico, pizzaz!..
a litte coke money don’t hurt nobody…. (Xl
Junkie! — They got no fuckin’
Look at these…fucking
onions! They outta be picking gold
off the streets.
His hands are shriveled white from dishwater.
Hey you two, outside! You got
29 CONTINUED 29
That’s him — El Mono’s here!
of the name)
El Mono? Shit….
30 EXT. PARKING LOT OUTSIDE LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT – NIGHT 30′
Omar Suarez (El Mono — “The Monkey”) is so named ’cause he
looks like one. Nervous, crooked, darting eyes, feverish
intelligence, constantly smoking a cigarette and coughing
between words, his face pock-marked and pitted like the moon
from an old acne scars, he cuts a skinny figure at the
wheel of a big beige Coupe De Ville, idling the motor…with
him is Waldo Rojas eating a large foot and a half banana.
In contrast he’s amiable, heavyset with a receding hairline,
flashing a lot of gold when he smiles.
Hey Omar, Waldo, coma esta…my
friend I told you about. Tony
Montana.. .Omar Suarez, Waldo Rojas….
Waldo mumbles something indistinct, Omar just stares briefly
as Tony hangs back, nodding arrogantly. Omar’s eyes move
back to Manny.
I got something for you.
That’s great…What do we
We gotta unload a boat — grass, twenty-
five tons — that’s what we gotta do.
You get five hundred each.
what’d I tell you.
You gotta be kidding! Whaddayou
think we are — baggage handlers?
Omar looks at him somehwat incredulously as Tony wipes his
hands on his greasy apron as he talks.
…five hundred dollars — shit!
What’d I do for you guys in the
slammer, hunh? What was the Rebenga
hit — game of dominoes or somethin’?
You’re talkin’ to important guys
Hey Tony, c’mon, it’s okay Omar, we….
Omar sniggers, his eyes shifting to Waldo who shakes his
head and laughs.
So what’s it with.this dishwasher,
Chico? Don’t he think we coulda
gotten some other space cadet to do
Rebenga — cheaper maybe. Fifty
So why didn’t you? And who the fuck
you calling a dishwasher, I’ll wipe
your monekyshit ass all up and down
Steps forward. Manny grabs him.
Bey! — Tony, Tony….
In the car, Omar looks over at Waldo.
Guy’s a lunatic, let’s go.
What about them Indians — (Xl
He buys it, somewhat amused.
The idea crosses Omar’s mind,
Yeah.. . . (Xl
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(back to i?y)
All right, smart ass, you wanna make
some big bucks? You know anything
…There’s a bunch of Columbians. (Xl
Flying in Friday. New guys. They
say they got two keys for us for
openers. Pure coke. In a motel
over in Miami Beach. I want you
to go over there, and if it’s
what they say it is, pay ’em and
bring it back. You do that, you’ll
make five grand.
Hey, that sounds great, Tony….
Tony says nothing.
You know how to handle a machine gun?
Sure we was in the Amy together.
You’re gonna need a couple other
Meet me at Hector’s bodega Friday at
noon. You get the money then. Some- (Xl
thing happens to the money, pobrecito,
and my boss’ gonna stick your head
up your asses faster’n a rabbit gets
Throws the remains of his cigarette at their.feet and pulls
the Coupe De Ville out of the lot.
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Tony you’re pushin’ your luck.
30 CONTINUED – 3
You worry too much Manny — you’ re
gonna get yourself a heart attack
one of these days.
Yeah, so who are these Columbians?
So what does it matter?
So whatcha have that look on for
when Omar bring it up?
Tony strips off his greasy apron.
So nothin’. I just don’t like
fuckin’ Columbians that’s what.
Where you greasers going, hunh, I got
plenty of plates here.
Wash yourself. I just retired.
Throws the Cook his apron.
What the fuck you gonna do!
Look after my investments.
EXT. MIAMI 3EACH – DAY – MOVING SHOT
The somewhat run-down, art-deco cheaper hotels of South
Miami Beach. The porches are filled with senior citizens
playing cards, reading papers, staring, slowly walking the
The ramshackle sedan, jammed with Tony and his gang,
rattles past. It’s a beaten-up black and blue Monte Carlo,
jacked up on its springs with dune buggy threads and
needing paint. You’d arrest these guys on sight.
— . INT./EXT. TONY’S CADILLAC – MI-1
32 BEACH – DAY 32
seen from the inside of the sedan. Tony turns down the
salsa beat on the radio, smoking a cigarette tensely.
Driving is Manny. In the delapidated backseat are Angel,
the baby-faced punk, and Chi-Chi, both from Freedomtown.
reflecting the tension, whistles a vapid series of
notes under his breath as he waits for a light to change.
Hey look at that chick, hunh? Lookit
those tits man, she’s begging for it!
At the curb, an old crone hunchbacks her way in front of
the teenage chick, who is coming off the beach in a bikini,
blocking her off.
Whatta you crazy? She’s 103 year6
Not her stupido! Her….
Camera revealing the teenager.
Sure, sure. Not to worry, Tony —
You get a heart attack.
&gel, whatcha wearing the face for?
light of it)
Ah, it’s okay. I just y’know forgot
to make an offering. I was supposed
to go by the madrina today.
You still going to that cuncha? `(Xl
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She knows her shit. She talks to
Yemaya and Chango like nobody y’ever
As he talks Angel fingers a Negrita charm hanging around (Xl
his neck — Chango, Cod of Fire and Thunder, his black face
tilted at a carnal angle. Sharp teeth glinting, his eyes
rolling in orgasmic imagery, his head crowned with gold.
Many of the Marielitos in the film will be wearing this,
also pendants with an eye to ward off the evil spirits, red
and white beads, red kerchiefs, black hand charms silver-
bangled bracelets, etc., all relating to their Afko-Catholic
Yeah, Chango looking out for us,
Chango looking out for all the
‘bandidos’ everywhere. But you gotta
pay him his dues, y’know. You gotta
let him know you respect him. You
don’t, Chango — he gets pissed an’….
shaddup — all of ya! I told (Xl
you before I don’t go for that
mystical voodoo shit. That’s for
the old cunchas waving their rooster
cocks in some dark alley, There’s no
gods, there’s no Chango — nowhere!
You make your own luck. So shaddup
and act like you’re in the United
Silence. Through the windshield, the sign of a motel — TBE
SUN RAY — is coming closer. (X)
Okay, this is it. Pull over across
The motel is coming closer in silence.
Money stays in the trunk till I come
out and get it. Me. Nobody else. If
I’m not out in fifteen minutes, some-
I’m in Room 9. You
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As Manny pulls the car up, they pull out Ingram Model-10
machine pistol with folding butt and suppressor, ten inches
of kill power capable of firing 1100 rounds a minute — it
into a man’s purse, it’s in vogue. Tony
can be slipped
gettting out, to Angel:
EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY
Tony and Angel come slowly, gingerly down an exterior
corridor to a room marked “9”. Nodding to Angel who (Xl
remains in the stairwell with the Ingram machine pistol,
Tony knocks. Pause.
34 EXT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY 34
The door’s opened casually by an ugly, squat five-foot-four-
inch Columbian, “The Toad”. He’s in his forties, sports
shirt hanging over his polyester pants, old acne scars on
his face, like Omar; he’s good-natured, a nice guy, he
Hey, oye amigo….
Spreading his arms in such a fashion to indicate he’s clean.
35 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY 35
Tony, stepping into the conventionally tasteless orange and
blue motel room (with heavy blue drapes blocking the
windows), spreads his hands in a similar posture inducating
he too is not carrying; but this is only symbolic, it’s not
meant to be a body search.
he steps in)
How you doing amigo…?
The other person in the room is a tough-looking little dark
Columbian chick with expressionless eyes, red fingernails,
and short boy-cut hair, “The Lizard”; she’s tinier than the
Toad, about five-two.
The Toad looks around the corridor, eases the door closed.
Mind leaving the door open so my
brothers know everything’s okay…
Toad shrugs and readjusts, leaving it open a few inches,
the conversation clipped and nervous throughout the scene.
problem… This is Marta.
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She nods woodenly, stays across the room. Behind her, the
television set is on to the Cable Newswatch. The protagonists
intermittently flick their eyes to it, soothing the tension.
Yeah. I’m Tony. So Omar says
Yeah, Omar’s okay.
You know Omar.
Omar, yeah, I talk to him on the phone.
Okay… so you got the money?
Yeah, you got the stuff?
Sure I got the stuff, but I don’t
got it right here with me. I got it
Yeah well I don’t got it either, I
got it close by, too.
Where, in the parking lot?
How far’s your stuff?
Tony paces back towards, the door casually, $0 check Angel
out.. .The Lizard staring at him. ..
35 CONTINUED – 2 35
Pause. Everthing seems okay.
So what do we do, walk in and start
Where you from?
Tony’s eyes check out the bathroom.
What fuckin’ difference does it make
where I’m from?
I like to get to know who I do
It’s like he’s stalling for time. The Lizard has made a
move somewhere off-center andis now sitting on the bed,
coiled and always watching.
You get to know me when you start
doing business and not fucking around,
Hey I’m just a friendly guy, maybe
Okay, what’s the stall here? Your
guy late or something?
36 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY 36
There’s suddenly a door slamming somewhere outside, then
Tony goes for his cheap handgun when he hears a frightening
female shriek, like a bird.
3 6 CONTINUED 36
Don’t! Get up! Now shithead!
She’s standing there with a .32 pointed steady at him, the
eyes like angry steel. There’s no mistaking her ability to
The Toad pulls a 9mm out of the small of his back,
Angel is shoved into the room, followed by two more
Columbians, “The Kids”. They slam the door, both carrying
Uzis with silencers, neither of them higher than five-four (Xl
or older than twenty, with their straight black Indian hair
cut across their blank eyes, they look like hungry little
pirranha careless about killing, muttering with the Lizard
in fast Columbese slang.
As Toad strips the handgun from Tony:
Frog face, you just fucked up. You
steal from me, you’re dead.
Toad shrugs, he couldn’t care less.
Yeah, okay, you gonna give me the
cash or am I gonna kill your brother
first? ‘Fore I kill you?
Try sticking your head up your ass.
See if it fits.
Toad, completing the body search, rips out the stiletto
taped to the small of Tony’s back. As he mutters something
in hard Columbian slang to the two kids who shove Angel
into the bathroom, producing strands of thick rope.
Even more worrisome is the chainsaw that the Lizard now
pull6 out of the suitcase under the bed. Toad begin6
assembling it as Lizard, still covering Tonywith her gun,
completes the deadpan process by turning up the volume on
the television set. The news, not 50 ironically in Miami,
is about a drug-related triple-homicide.
EXT. SUN-RRY MOTEL – DAY
Chi-Chi sitting at the wheel of the sedan, parked across
Manny paces outside the car, glances.
38 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 38
A small woman — the Lizard — steps out in shadow in the
parking lot of the Sun-Ray across the street, looks around,
sees nothing, casually goes back in.
39 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 39
Manny looks at his watch.
40 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY 40
Angel hangs suspended on the ropes from the top of the
shower curtain bar, his legs straddling the edge of the
bathtub. Toad slaps a tape over his mouth.
Tony, coverd by the two kids, watches from the lip of the
bathroom. He bucks angrily but the two kids ram their
pistols up against his temple and pin him to the door.
Angel looks at Tony; the eyes between them steady. They’re
dead and they know it.
Toad, well-prepared, connects a voltage adapter and
You watch what happens to your friend
okay? If you don’t want this to
happen to you, you get the money.
Lizard reenters the room, shakes her head at the Toad who
nods and turns on the whirring machine.
The Toad smiles amiably and angles the chainsaw slowly
The two kids press tight against Tony, guns pointed at his
brains…o.c. we know what’s happening as we hear the
chainsaw and we watch Tony’s shock and rage.
Lizard has on her face. The machine cuts off.
The Toad steps back from the tub, blood splattered on his
shirt, examjning his first cut like a butcher. He glances
Now the leg, hunh?
40 CONTINUED 40
A brief glimpse of Angel slumped by one arm like a cow on a
strap, streaming blood, eyes conscious and horrified; a
terrifying sight. The chainsaw whirrs once more.
41 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 41
Manny, definitely suspecting something now, moves with
Chi-Chi across the parking lot of the Sun-Ray Motel. They
signal and separate.
42 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY 42
The Toad turns off the chainsaw and steps back, now drenched
with Angel’s blood, totally unaffected. He looks at Tony.
Tony glances back at him with fury, tears involuntarily
dotting his eyes.
Okay, my ‘caracortada’, you can die
too. Makes no difference to me.
He nods. The kids shove Tony forward and we glimpse Angel
lying hunkered at his feet in the bathtub, in the steam of
his blood, piss dead.
43 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 43
Manny moves crouched down the exterior corridor, Ingram
pistol in hand, past an older couple who pretend not to
At the door of Room 9, Manny waits, listens….
44 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – ‘DAY 44
The kids are starting to strap Tony up to the top of the
The Lizard watches from the lip of the bathroom, impassively.
Last chance, carajo?
Tony, devastated, spits in his face.
Go fuck yourself.
Toad’s eyes narrow meanly.
Kid one slaps the tape across Tony’s mouth.
Kid two reaches up to tighten the overhead strap to Tony’s
The Toad turns on his chainsaw when suddenly there’s a
gunshot from the hall.
45 INT./EXT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY
and the door smashes open and Manny barrels through and
shoots a surprised Lizard as she raises her pistol. She
crashes backwards into the room, wounded. Everything
happens very fast now.
Manny is at the lip of the bathroom, he fires and hits kid
one, who is turning, in the neck.
Tony, not tied up yet, spins on kid two and smashes the
unloosened strap across his face, sending him reeling
across the bathroom.
The Toad, chainsaw in hand, slashes at Manny.
Manny fires a burst into him and the Toad crashes backwards.
Manny now spins into a wall, hit in the side.
The Lizard, wounded on her knees, is firing her .32 at
him. In b-g., the window simultaneously blows out as
Chi-Chi appears firing a burst with his Ingram.
In sharp f-g., the Lizard crumples forward on her knees,
Tony, with the tape still stuck across his mouth, smashes
kid two, pinned against the blood-stained sink, with the
stock of his own Ingram.
In the midst of this, the Toad jumps up, wounded but with
strength, he tears out the motel room door
gripping the whirring chainsaw in a reflex action.
45 CONTINUED 45
Chi-Chi climbing through the window fires at him.
Meanwhile, kid two, with a rattlesnake life in him, produces
a knife out of nowhere, just missing Tony’s gut by a half-
second as Tony dances back, getting a grip on the machine
He blows kid two away point-blank, putting another ten
craters in the mirror of the now-wrecked motel room.
Tony, yelling, whirls after the Toad.
I got him!
Manny, holding his side, empties his pistol on kid one who
is still twitching.
Chi-Chi sees Angel, gags.
46 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 46
The senior citizens, playing Mah-Jorigg on the porch, mutter
As the Toad staggers out into the parking lot, blood flying,
chainsaw in hand, moving like a jerky chicken.
Their eyes follow.
As Tony comes out, walking after him deliberately, eyes set
in cold fury, machine gun swinging loosely at his side.
There’s no rush, no fear of the police, getting even is all
that counts. He stands behind the Toad.
The Toad whips around to the voice, eyes stark with terror.
Tony empties the clip into the Toad, blowing hiin apart.
The bystanders just stare, stunned by the ferocity. Then
an old lady faints.
The Toad’s body lying awkwardly arched in the gutter, Tony
turns and with a passing disinterested glimpse at his
audience, calmly walks back into the motel; the distance
and the light sufficient to conceal Tony’s possible identi-
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47 SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY
Tony intersects holding side,
Manny, his with Chi-Chi.
Manny, you okay?
Chi-Chi, get the car. Fast!
48 INT. TOAD’S MOTEL ROOM 48
Tony strides into the shambles of Room 9, past the bodies
and busted furniture to the suitcase on the bed from which
the Lizard pulled the chainsaw. The TV news still plays in
Inside are several kilo-sized
He shuts the suitcase, exits, stops, looks in the bathroom
at the corpse of Angel O.C. He goes, stoops, brings
Angel’s Change charm into our view, fingers it, tosses it
back in the tub. He goes.
49 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL – DAY 49
Chi-Chi has the sedan waiting in the parking lot. Tony
hurries out, jumps in, the car speeding off. (Pisalo hasta (XI
la tabla — Step on it.)
Past the senior citizens who are retreating inside their
The camera swinging to hold on the blue and black Monte Carlo
disappearing into the traffic of the Strip as twb cop cars
come screaming past them from the opposite direction.
50 EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAUWWT – PHONE BOOTH – DUSK 50
The booth is in the busy parking lot, Tony on the phone,
Chi-Chi and Manny wait in the sedan.
Yeah, bunch of cowboys!..somebody
fucked up Omar.
50 CONTINUED 50
OMAR’ s VOICE
Look, let me check it out right away!
YOU do that, Omar, you do that.
You got the money?
Yeah — – I got the yeyo.
You got the yeyo? Bring it here.
E’uck you. I’m taking it to the boss
myself. Not you. Me.
OMAR s VOICE
Okay, okay. All right. Frank’s
gonna wanna see you anyway. Look,
meet me tonight at Hector’s at
That was some pick up you sent us on.
What’s that mean?
Tony hangs up, walks back to the sedan.
51 EXT. LOPEZ CONDO – SOUTH MIAMI – NIGHT
on Bricknell Avenue in a swank high-rise district adjacent
Coconut Grove and Coral Gables, the hub of South Miami….
The doorman shows Omar, Manny, his. side bandaged, and Tony,
carrying the suitcase, through giant glass portals, past
seriously armed security cops in the lobby.
INT. LOPEZ CONDO – NIGHT
A deluxe apartment with the latest in electronic security
and surveillance, and a profusion of mirrors and luxury
items… and a hefty, Indian-looking bodyguard (Ernie), eyes
quietly trained like a Doberman pinscher.
The boss, Frank Lopez, comes down a carpeted corridor,
dressed for dinner in an expensive suit and shoes, somewhat
preoccupied as he greets Tony, then Max-my with a phony
effusion of warmth. He’s of Cuban-Jewish extraction, now
Americanized in a rough and handsome sort of way, on the
heavy side, the face going slightly soft, but the eyes and
bulk carrying an odor of danger about him.
How ya doing, Tony? Glad to meet
you. How ’bout a drink?
Mr. Lopez… real pleasure.
Call me Frank, Tony. Everybody
calls me Frank. My Little League
team, even the prosecutors ’round
town, they all call me Frank.
Frank shakes hands with Manny.
Ray, he was with us on the
(to Manny) (Xl
I hear you caught one?
Manny shrugs, works his arm, showing us the wound doesn’t (Xl
bother him too much.
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Just the flesh. Went right through.
Yeah, Omar here tells me good thing
about you boys.
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52 CONTINUED 52
Yeah. Omar’s terrific.
Not to mention of course the nice
job you guys did for me on that
Commie sonufabitch Emilio Rebenga.
You don’t have to mention it. That
the kid’s balls)
Scotch? Gin? Rum?
Yeah, .I need a guy with steel in his
balls. I need him close to,me, a
guy like you Tony — and your
Still a little overwhelmed by the opulence of the place,
his clothes feeling narrow and cheap on him, Tony steps
forward and puts the suitcase up on the bar with the gin,
which Lopez passes to him, eyeing the suitcase.
.that’s i t . That’ s the
Angel died `cause of this shit. And
here’s the money.
It’s my gift to you — from me. (Xl
Pause. Lopez shakes his head, sighs.
It’s too bad about your friend, Tony,
if people’d do business the right way,
there’d be no fuckups like this….
He glances hard at Omar who squirms.
52 CONTINUED – 2
Without opening it, Lopez signals the bodyguard who takes
the suitcase and the money from under Tony’s nose.
Don’t think I don’t appreciate this
gesture, Tony. You find in this
business, you stay loyal you move up
and you move up fast. Salud!
They drink the toast. With their eyes.
Then you find out your biggest head-
ache’s not bringing in the stuff but
figuring out what to do with all the
Yeah, I hope I have that,problem some
Lopez looks, distracted., down the corridor from which he
came, to Ernie, the bodyguard.
Where the hell’s Elirira? Go get her,
will you, Ernie?
The big bodyguard exits smoothly.
(to the others)
The broad spends half her life
dressing, the other half undressing.
I guess you gotta catch her in the
Yeah. When she’s not looking.- What
do you say guys, to a little food?
drink at his
Yeah sure, I could eat a horse.
Here she comes, Mr. Lopez.
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looks up, his eyes tumbling on the most beautiful blonde
he’s ever seen. The lady, is coming down the glassed-in
elevator, adjusting her $10,000 Yves St. Laurent burgundy
Oooh sweetheart, you look Where you been baby, it’s
like a millions bucks. ten o’clock, I’m hungry.
She doesn’t answer, her eyes ELVIRA
flicking disinterestedly You’re always hungry, you
over Tony and Manny, knowing should try starving.
what the evening’s going to
be and not too happy about Lopez laughs.
I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Tony Montana…Elvira…Manny Ribera.
I assume we’re going to be a fivesome.
Where are we having dinner?
Oh, I thought we’d eat at the
Again? If anyone wanted to assassinate
you, you wouldn’t be too hard to find.
Me? Who’d want to kill me? I got
nothing but friends.
You never know, do you? Maybe the
catcher on your Little League team.
Neatly avoiding his intended smooch, she slips by him (Xl
towards the door, her throat flashing a $20,000 strip of
Come on, Frank, let’s go.
Tracking a cool, polished hauteur, she exits the apartment.
Lopez, after pause, snaps at his men.
54 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB – NIGXT 54
.We know this is no workingman’s dive when Lopez piles them
out of his Rolls, and the carhops are moving Bugattis,
Lamberghinis and Corniches in a long snaking line down the
driveway. Single girls in high-collared silver lame
jumpsuits with cinched waists, prowl like big glistening
tents back and forth across the entry doors, rich young
coiffed playboys in their Porsches honking their horns in
appreciation. Brain drain.
55 INT. BABYLON CLUB – NIGHT 55
The interior is built like three or four plush apartments
that run together on three separate levels with imaginative
angles, mirrors, swimming pool, bars, twenty-piece band,
hundreds of tropical plants, dance floor, video games,
computers and a restaurant. Itrs a lavish fun spot that
will play a central role in the film, a drug dealer haven
and nighttime capital of South America.
The crowd, a combination of Caucasian and Latin, is mostly
young, rich and happy and a lot of them coked; the girls,
upperclass in sleek dresses, trim figures, heels, hats,
sensuous bodies, yell as they dance to a black American
“Partying Down Tonight”….
music beat, “Celebrating” or
55 CONTINUED 55
The waitresses, mostly blondes, wear little coca channel
hats pinned to their heads and the barest pants with hose
and high heels.
Rich young guys with a lot of gold and diamonds on their
necks and hands huddle briefly in groups or chat.
Down at the vid games are younger chicks in jeans and
tough-looking tank tops with “Motherfuckah” and “Fuck Me”
written on them. Manny’s coming from the toilets, tries to
pick one of them up.
So whaddaya say, hunh?
He flashes his tongue. She looks at him, amused.
You got a buck?
Sure I got a buck, whaddaya think I
Put it in, let’s play.
I-had other things in mind.
You check out on this and we’ll talk
about other things.
Puck, how do you play this thing?
INT. BABYLON CLUB
Frank Lopez, intoxicated, takes his heart pill with a slug
of champagne. He sits next to Tony, who is agog at all
this wealth. Elvira is in con-
Omar and Ernie look on.
versation with a girl friend who has stopped by.
sitting at the best table in the place, finishing up a
giant meal. The empty spot belongs to Manny.
56 CONTINUED 56
— . * -Over there that’s Ronnie Echeverria.
Him and his brother Miguel they got
a big distribution set-up here to
Houston and Tucson….
Their point of view — Ronnie Echevarria, powerful, competent-
looking man in conversation with a party of people.
That guy there, in the purple shirt —
Gaspar Gomez. Bad news. Stone killer
there ever was one. Stay away.
Their point of view — Gaspar Gomez at a table with another
guy and gorgeous woman.
…the fat guy, with the chicas is
Nacho Contreras — El Gordo. Wouldn’t
know it to look at him but he’s got
more cash than anybody in here. A
Their point of view — El Gordo is fat, dressed like a cheap
slob and playing up to a bunch of chicas.
. ..you know what a haza is, Tony?
‘Haza’? No Frank, what’s a haza?
It’s Yiddish for pig. It’s a guy he’s
got more’n what he needs, so he don’t
fly straight anymore, y’know. That’s
the problem in this business, Tony,
there’s too many ‘hazas’ and they’re
the ones you got to watch out for. If
they can fuck you outta an extra dime,
they’ll rip you and flip you and then
fuck you with a stick for the pure
pleasure of it. See it all comes down
to one thing, Tony boy, never forget
it! Lesson number one — don’t under-
estimate the other guy’s greed.
Lesson number two — don’t get high
on your own supply.
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The girl friend has departed and Elvira turns her attention
‘\ back to them, bored.
That’s right. Course not everybody
follows the rules.
There you go, Mr. Lopez.
He’s popped the champagne cork and pours Dom Perignon for
Head Waiter nods.
Give it to everybody and bring
another, willya Jack?
Five hundred fifty dollars for this
bottle Tony, what do you think of
that, hunh? For a bunch of fucking
grapes — isn’t that something?
56 CONTINUED – 2 56
In France, it cost $100 but don’t
tell anybody in Miami.
Tony catches her eye. She looks interested.
INT. BABYLON CLUB – NIGHT
A Man passes the table. Lopez calls out.
Hey, George — buddy.
Hey, Frank.. -how’s the case coming?
The Man’s eyes thread the table. He looks sharp, heavy-
lidded, cigarette-eyed, his voice a hoarse croak, a cigar-
ette dangling from his mouth, his manner cool but amicable
with Lopez. This is George Sheffield, Miami lawyer.
OY, I shoulda come to you ‘stead of
that putz, Neufeld.
Jack’s a good lawyer. I taught him
everything he knows.
Yeah, almost everything.
Elvira, you look terrific…
He ambles off.
I . . best goddamn lawyer in Miami.
Cost a brick to pick up a phone.
Tony looking off at him, remembering it.
so.. .here’s to old friends…and new
57 CONTINUED 57
They toast, Tony tasting it like it was Holy Water.
Hey, yeah, you’re not kidding, this
is good stuff, Frank.
Lopez laughs, likes the kid, tweaks him on the
Yeah, get you some new clothes, some
$500 suits, you’ll look real sharp.
I’d like you and your boys to handle
some stuff for me, Tony, work with
Omar here. We’re doing something
big next month. Running a string of
mules out of Columbia. You do good
on that, there’ll be other things.
Omar doesn’t like it but glances
Hey, that sounds like fun, Frank.
The music shifts to slow dancing.
SO, you want to dance, Frank or you
want to sit here and have a heart
I’d rather have a heart
57 CONTINUED – 2 57
Don’t foam into the Dom Perignon.
Glancing at Omar, sitting there obediently. Her eyes say
How about you?
nods sure, looks
Tony at his boss.
58 INT. BABYLON CLUB – NIGHT 58
It’s interesting to watch Tony walk to the floor, leading
Elvira. It’s not so much an act of walking as it is an act
of war, a tank bouncing anything or anybody off that gets
in the way. Be just proceeds in a straight dead line, eyes
forward. It’s not that he doesn’t see the people he bumps
off, it’s that he couldn’t care less.
What do you think?
I think he’s a fucking peasant.
Yeah — but you get guys like that
on your side, they break their backs
59 INT. BABYLON CLUB DANCE FLOOR – NIGHT 59
Tony and Elvira are dancing semiclose to a slow Billy Joel
dance tune. Be’s no great shakes as a dancer, leaden in
the legs and shoulders.
…so what’s your name, Elvira
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59 CONTINUED 59
Elvira St. James. Sounds like a nun
or something. So where you from?
He bumps into an elderly couple dancing, ignores them.
Baltimore? Where’s that?
Look, it doesn’t really matter. I’m
getting a headache.
Just trying to be friendly.
I’ve got enough friends — and I don’t
need another one, ‘specially one who
just got off the banana boat.
He makes a point of looking at her.
Hey, I didn’t come over on no banana
boat. I’m a political refugee here.
Oh, part of the Cuban crime wave?
Tony, pissed, bangs once more into the elderly couple.
The man stops dancing, looks at him exasperated but Tony
Whatta you talking crazy for,
whatsa matter with.you?
.I’m sorry. I didn’t know you
were so sensitive about your diplo-
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…Why you got this beef against the
world? You got a nice face, you got
great legs, you got the fancy clothes
and you got this look in your eyes
like you haven’t been fucked good in
a year. What’s the problem, baby?
Elvira laughs at him, furious.
You know you’re even stupider than
you look. Let me give you a crash
course, Jose whatever your name is,
so you know what you’re doing around
Now you’re talking to me, baby!
First who, where, why and how I fuck
is none of your business, second
don’t call me ‘baby,’ I’m not your
baby and last, even if I was blind,
desperate, starved and begging for
it on a desert island, you’d be the
last thing I’d ever fuck. You got
the picture now — so fuck off.
She whips off the floor, pissed. He watches her, amused.
thru OMITTED thm
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63 I&IT. CAR-DAWN 63
Tony and Manny drive home in the broken down Monte Carlo
— sedan through the streets of Little Havana.
They’ve’been partying all night, clothes rumpled, Tony (X)
smoking his cigar, feeling good.
That chick he’s with…she loves me.
Oh yeah, how you know that?
The eyes, Manny — they don’t lie.
You’re serious? Tony, that’s
Lopez ‘6 lady. He’ll kill us.
What are you kidding — he’s soft.
I seen it in his face — booze and a
cuncha tells him what to do.
and OMITTED and
65 EXT. TONY’S MOTHER’S HOUSE – SOUTHWEST MIAMI – LATE DAY 65
The house, bathed by a torpid setting sun amicable to
lizards and Spanish moss, sits undistinguished and
without shielding trees in the midst of a lower middle
class neighborhood with look-alike yards and streets
66 INT. TONY’S CADILLAC SEDAN – SIMULTANEOUS DAY 66
From his battered Monte Carlo across the curb, Tony, spruced
up and nervous in a new suit, gets out carrying a bag of
gifts. Manny is at the wheel, curious.
Be back in an hour okay.
The new Miami is rising ubiquitously-above Siscayne Say,
the camera moving ?ast blossomina SkpCra~rS, workzen,
huge cranes, glass, mLrrcrs boo&q unwards into a
beautiful blue Florida sky, fleeced-&th wrfectly white
clouds…past a giant billboard:—
COPS TALK TO us…
AT THE l3AXCO DE xL%xI.. .
Past banks of glass (Caribank, Ranco de Venezuela,
Insert a car sticker ,-oincr by with the image of the
American flag and the rem&&x: *@Will the last Amrican
leaving Miami please bring the fLag?’*
Tony and Z-lanny,’ on a shoppirg szree, Sop along an incredibly
Wxurious shopping mall lined with the latest stores,
fashions, escalators, music, tropical plants,
etc — a
w3rm womb-like plastic heaven. .
. ..I. shoulda been here IO vears ace man. This
town’s like a fig pussy dyin’ to $5 fucked,
ParaBise, rr.an, saradisef I: coulda been a millionaire
now. Get xy 3wn golf COXSP, a boat…
I want 2 line of bluejeans vith .?ry name on the
– chicks* asses.
. ..yeah ve gotta make sore moves on our own Xanny,
we never gcnna score the i3ig Xoney vorking for Frank.
Yeah — cause he buys you a suit? You thinkin’ like
a chicker,h,ead again
– – A —
Frank*= got a.n organization
Organizaticn? I got more brains than
Omar and he’s bigger than ~TC, That’s not an
organization. That`s a disorganization. pihat do
you do for a brain man? Piss in it?’ ‘
Fuck you, somebody oughta shoot YOUi Fut YOU outta
Hey catch this tomato :Z .l .
Catching the eye of one of two young Girls passing, Manny
primps for them.
Ooooh baby doll * (SEE NOTES)
Yeah, what do you girls say? you manna have some
ice cream with us somewhere? .
They glance at Tony and Nanny and hti&ry on, .
Tony waves her off, thenchanges his mind and runs up
behind her and throws up her skirt and peeks at her ass.
Before she can react, he hops away laughing as the two
Cuban girls ad-lib Spanish expletives at him.
Hey that’s not cool, man. You war-ma
score one of these chicks, watch
\ :- He wiggles his tongue up and down, fast like a small
whirring motor part, then slips it back into his mouth in
flick of an eye.
!..the fuck was that?
You didn’t see it? You weren’t
looking. Key you gotta watch for it.
Does it again , quickly; it looks like a baby robin’s head
peeking out of a nest in his teeth, then it’s gone.
What the hell’s that for — eating
bugs? That’s disgustin’,
You think so hunh? Xell you did
know shit *bout chicks Chico. When .
they see this, they kno?~.
They don’t resist me.
– . .
Does it again. Tony tries but lacks the speed and agility,
provoking Na~y*s laughter. Manny double checks himself in _
a shop window. -l. –
*&am .l e
Takes practice, mi sengre, but they
– just love it when you flop that
pussy with it…. .
Oooh . ..com! How *bout that one? .
Pointing to a tall, cool blonde across the avenue.
No problem. .
EXT.. KIA,?-c SHOPFIISG STREET – DAY.
Tony vales right out into the- aitenucs, a+. _-
and moves along.
. *. . ,
? _- _
Meanwhile, Manny has moved close to the blonde and suggests
something, his eyebrows raising, the smile crooked. It
takes a moment, then the blonde scks him across the face
. ._.a*. . –
and walks akay. –
Tony walks up to him, mocking.
Tnrn telling you man you got it- all mixed
This country first,you gotta get the
money; then you get the power, and when you
got the power, then you get the women — then,
chico, you got the worldby the balls. Por Los
Hey Tony, last time this year you was in a fucki.n*
cage in Cuba. Why don’t you take it easy Chico, slow
down, one step at a time, be happy what you got you
know? You get on your death bed you look around
you think to yourself .wSen vas I ever haPPy7′
Camera moving with Tony as he glances in an elegant k-indcw
You be I want what’s comin’ to me when
I’m alive not when I’m dead.
– WUJNY (shakes his head)
Yeah, what’s comin’ to you Tony?
The world man and everything in’itl
As he goes into the store, the camera panning to the
diamond’s in the window.
65, EXT.. TONY’S MYT,EZR’S BUUSE – SOUTHWEST ,?!IAMI – NIGHT
Okay.,. be cool.
house, with the paper bag held high
Tony approaches the
against his chest.
EXT./INT. TONY’S MOTHER’S HOUSE – LATE DAY
A stout aging woman with a
Tony’s Mother opens the door.
powerful face, she’s shook to her roots.
Mami… long time….
No postcards from jail, hunh?
He doesn’t offer to kiss her nor she him. Mother
Someone else is in the house. Mother
looks behind her.
She opens the door.
looks back as if she has no choice.
He steps in. He looks.
68 INT. TONY’S MOTHER’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT 68
The interior is comprised of small, narrow rooms filled
‘with religious objects from macumba and waist-high black
Jesus statues in various corners. The floor is without
rugs and mosaicked with inexpensive, Aztec-type tiles, the
impression clean, cluttered, Catholic, somewhat depressing.
Stepping forward to the center of the living room like a
cautious cat is his ninteen-year-old sister Gina. Their
She looks at her mother confused. She’s a naturally dark,
curly-headed beauty with a slim, graceful figure and
large-lidded eyes brimming with the same energy as Tony’s.
(She might also be recognizable from the snapshot we saw in
Yeah, look at you, you’re beautiful…
what’s it been seven years? Last (Xl
you looked like a boy.
time I saw you,
Now look at you, you got great big
eyes just like me! Yeah, so….
He holds out wrapped gift towards her, about to give it.
I got this for you, no big.deal
Gina suddenly. explodes across the room and rushes into his
grasping him fiercely.
Tony, over her shoulder, catches hi6 boring
into him stonily.
68 CONTINUED 68
I never thought I’d see you again —
Tony, over her shoulder, opens the gift.
Hey pussycat, c’mon — you think
they can keep a guy like me down?
Disengaging gently, he holds up the contents of the gift
box in font of her. It’s a beautiful diamond locket to
wear around her neck. Her eyes open wide.
…yeah for you…and look — here.
What I got written on it….
“To Gina From Tony. Always.”
It’s beautiful Tony, it’s just
The mother is amazed at the cost of the gift. Tony pulls
out another present, for her.
…for you too Mama, look….
Moving towards her, he opens the package and pulls out an
exquisite peral necklace. She stares at it, doesn’t take
- Gina comes over, takes it for her.
you take it?’)
Mama doesn’t. Gina puts it away with her own.
by the shoulder,
Well anyway, here we are hunh? The
three musketeers! We made it to
America hunh? Let’s toast!
68 CONTINUED -2 68
Tossing the empty package aside, he pulls the last gift — a
bottle of champagne.
Oye ! To America!
69 INT. TONY’S MOTHER’S KITCHEN – NIGHT 69
Mama, with things on her mind, is silently cooking a lunch,
as Tony and Gina finish the champagne at the kitchen table.
. . .So Mama’s still at the factory and
I’m working part-time at a beauty
parlor. I’m doing hair. Remember
Hiram Gonzalez? His father had the
It’s his place. Plus I’m going to
junior college — Miami Dade — and in
two more years I get my cosmetology
license and then I’ll be making
Yeah, well surprise, all that’s over
with starting today. I didn’t bring
up my kid sister to work in no hair
Mama looks over at him on the words “bring up” and he
catches her look.
…and Mama don’t have to sew in no
He pulls out a bundle of cash, fifties and hundreds, and
starts peeling them off on the table. Mama stops working,
(to Mama as
Yeah, your son’s made it Mama, he’s
a success. I wanted to surprise
you. That’s how come I didn’t show.
my face around before. I wanted you
to see what a good boy I been.
69 CONTINUED 69
Pushes a thousand dollar stack towards her.
That’s a thousand dollars right
there, Mama — for you.
She approaches it cautiously, her fingers riffling the
bills, then looks back at her son.
Who’d you kill for this Tony?
I didn’t kill nobody Mama,
No? What are you doing now — banks
or is it still bodegas, you and the
C’mon Mama. Things are different.
I’m working with this anti-Castro
I’m an organizer now, we get
a lotta political contributions….
Sure you do Tony — with a gun
sticking in somebody’s face. All we
read about in the papers is the
animals like you and the killings,
what about the Cubans who come here
and work hard and make a good name
for themselves? What about….
What are you saying Mama! He’s your
Son? I wish I had one. He’s a
bum! He was a bum then and he’s a
bum n o w !
69 CONTINUED – 2 69
(to Tony, she’s
worked up like
a madwoman now)
Who do you think you are, we haven’t
heard a word from you in five years
and you suddenly show up here and
throw some money around and you
think you can get my respect? You
think you can buy me with jewelry?
You think you can come into my house
with your hotshot clothes and your
gutter manners and make fun of….
Hey Mama, come on, you don’t know
what you’re talking about…..
No, no, that’s not the way I am Tony
and that’s not the way I —
L raised Gina to be. You’re not going
to destroy her. I dont’ need your
money, thanks. I work for my living
— and I don’t want you in this
house anymore and I don’t want you
around Gina. So leave us alone…go
on, get out! And take this lousy
money with you, it stinks!
She casts the bundle of bills back across the table at him
like dead lettuce.
A silence. Tony sits there livid, soothing his scar, about
to explode, but doesn’t. Gina mutters something in the
Oh Mama.. .why do you got to spoil it
I’m sorry Tony, I….
Tony nods his head at his mother.
Okay, Mama, okay….
EXT. TONY’S MOTHERS HOUSE – NIGHT
Tony walks out icily.
the car, seeing
Relatives, hunh? A pain in the ass,
He’s climbing into the car when Gina hurries out the house.
Hey who’s that?
Checks himself in the rearview mirror, slicks his hair.
Tony and Gina talk next to the car.
Tony-.-Mama — since Papa off….
Hey forget Papa, we never had one,
okay? He was a bum!
. . . she’s got a lot of hate in her Tony,
she’s proud, you got to understand
of it now)
Hey it’s okay, it’s Mama, what do you
want, she’s Old World.
I know you did some bad things
then. The Army, I know you got
Communists you know, they’re always
trying to tell you what to do.
Mama, she doesn’t understand-.-but I
just want you to know, y’know, I
don’t care. Five years, ten years,
70 .CONTINUED 70
it doesn’t matter how long you been
away, you’re my blood. Always.
Pause. She stares intently at him, emphasizing it.
Hey I know…1 know.
She gives him a soft kiss. He takes out his money roll.
Say, I want you to keep this for
yourself. Okay? Help Mama out, but
don’t tell her I gave you this, okay?
She hesitates.. He nudges her on the cheek and slaps’the
whole wad into her palm.
Go on! Go out and have some fun,
what the hell? You gonna beat your-
self to death at nineteen, pussycat
He gets in the car. She peers in.
You can come by the shop y’know, any
afternoon, I’ll be there okay?
Her eyes fall on Manny at the wheel.
He smiles back with charm.
Gina’s eyes pause on him, then withdraw. The sedan drives
71 INT. TONY’S CADILLAC SEDAN – NIGHT – MOMENTS LATER 71
cone, you -never told me you had
such a good-looking doll for a sister!
Tony looks at him icily.
Stay away don’t ever let me
catch you fuckin’ around with her,
don’t ever fuck around with,her….
MONTAGE – PASSING TIME 72
Music accompanying the flipping of calendar leaves.
73 CUSTOMS – MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – DAY 73
Tony, spruce in his new three-piece suit with the diamond on
the finger and the expensive watch, looks like the young
ethnic American businessman in import-export as he steps in
front of a chunky, young Customs Officer, who looks at him
Mind opening that, sir?
Tony, calm, unzips the chic leather single suitcase, his
eyes drifting around….
A woman, with a child and toy panda in a baby carriage, is
cursorily checked through an adjacent line.
A nun is waived through the third line.
A stockbroker waiting in a fourth line, glances nervously (Xl
in Tony’s direction.
Tony looks away, back at the Officer who is thoroughly
ransacking the suitcase looking for a false bottom. He
An old man is waived through a fifth line,
74 OMITTED 74
EXT. DOLLY STASH’S HOUSE – MIAMI – DAY
The mother-type unscrews the handles of the baby carriage,
pulling out the wrapped cocaine, while Chi-Chi extricates
another load from the kid’s panda bear which is now in
76 THE .oLD MAN
Rafi, is removing a sophisticated false bottom
from his suitcase, laminated and difficult to detect.
77 MANNY AND GASPAR
break open wooden clothe6 hanger6 concealing cocaine a6 the
stockbroker changes clothes.
78 THE MOTHER 78
picks up the baby and removes cocaine from its diaper.
79 THEFORMERNUN 79
in partial habit, steps out of the toilet, adjusting her
underpants; she places a package of cocaine on a table, on
which we now see approximately five kilos stacked.
80 TONY 80
counting out the cash for his mules, Omar there, over-
looking the operation.
81 MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – DAY 81
Again. But this time going out.
The nun, now a housewife, going through an exit gate
carrying hand luggage.
82 TONY 82
watching, glances up at the electronic information board —
Houston clocks out the time.and the boarding gate-.-we
to Los Angeles — “on time” —
Tony’s eyes moving to the mother, now without the child,
buying her ticket-at the counters.
Manny joins him, nodding okay. Tony, with a glance at his
watch, starts out the terminal. The roar of the aircraft
blending with city sounds as we continue the rapid pace of
the montage with music.
83 OMITTED 83
86 EXT. GOLF COURSE – MIAMI – DAY 86
Frank Lopez has Tony and Chi-Chi out on the golf course.
Tony never played before and gets frustrated, swings his
club at the ball like a baseball bat — Lopez getting a
kick out of him. Chi-Chi naturally makes a perfect putt,
shrugging when Tony looks over at him amazed.
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07 INT. LAUNDRY RESTAURANT – NIGHT 87
The plush millionaire’s restaurant is to be seen again. (Xl
Frank has his arm around Tony, introducing him to a
business-type. Elvira looks on.
88 INT. HIGH-FASHION STORE – DAY 88
In a high-fashion store, Tony buys a beautiful dress for
Gina who is delighted when she sees herself in the mirror,
hugs Tony. Manny watches, unable to take his eyes off her.
Your wife looks terrific in that.
My wife? You gotta be kidding.
89 INT. LOBBY – LOPEZ CONDO – DAY 89
90 Elvira steps out of the lobby into the driveway. Tony is 90
waiting for her. She’s surprised.
He got held up at the golf club. He
told me to pick you up. He`ll meet
us at the race track.
Elvira contemplating him with distaste.
He said if he was late to bet Ice
Cream in the first.
She sighs, walks across the lobby. He follows.
90 She steps out in a Pucci summer dreds, looks around. He
:= #02154 63
89 CONTINUED – 2 89
90 She looks. The car is a yellow Cadillac convertible with 2
big fins and Snoopy the dwarf dashboard statue with stickers
all over the fenders. Adding to the impression are Manny
and Chi-Chi waiting in the backseat.
That thing? You must be kidding.
Whaddaya mean, that’s a Cadillac.
I wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing.
It’s got a few years on it but it’s
It looks like somebody’s nightmare.
91 INT. LUXURY MOTOR SALES – CORAL GABLES – DAY 91
Camera moves around a slick, red Jaguar — XG 6 — with
Tony, accompanied by Manny, Chi-Chi, the Salesman. Elvira
waits aloofly off to the side.
So you like this better? (X)
( shags 1
It’s got style. (Xl
Yeah it looks like one of the tigers (Xl
Tony been dragging me around to the
zoos, looking at tigers. He wants
to buy one of them too.
He do that he gonna have no friends
left. Not that he got any now.
91 CONTINUED 91
You’ll like the tiger Manny, you’ll
You going to drive around with a
tiger in your passenger seat Tony?
Yeah.. -maybe some lady tiger
91 CONTINUED – 2 91
‘ Twenty-eight thousand dollars.
Machine gun turrets are extra.
Funny guy hunh…Manny, c’mere.
Manny comes over and Tony walks him along the car, in
.Get these sections bullet-proofed (X
…here…here.. .these windows….
…and a phone with a scrambler. (X,
…And one of those radio scanners,
y’know, pick out flying saucers and
Yeah a good one.
Don’t forget the fog lights.
Yeah in case I go to the swamps,
I thought you were taking me to
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
91 CONTINUED – 3 91
We still got an hour. You hungry?
No but I’m bored.
Figgers. Check it out, will you
Manny and pay the guy and grab a
taxi out to the track….
Oh yeah 0-w
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a decal, a private
joke. He slaps it on the rear fender. It’s the same
sticker we saw earlier of the American flag with the
epitaph, “Will the Last American leaving Miami please bring
Elvira wonders about it as he joins her.
Somebody gotta keep the animals out.
92 EXT. LUXURY MOTORS – DAY 92
Tony leads her to his yellow Cadillac convertible parked (Xl
out of eyesight of the others.
I’m glad you came. ‘I wouldn’t (Xl
buy the car you didn’t like it.
Planning on driving the girls crazy,’
Yeah — you know who.
They get in the car.
And what would Frank say?
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
She has a coke vial out, casually hits one nostril, then
other, then takes a last hit through the mouth,
I like Frank.. -but I like you better.
He reaches over and takes the coke from her. Does a toot,
staring at her. She’s uncomfortable. When he finishes he ,
makes as if to return it to her. She leans to take it. He
kisses her. She goes with it.
Pause. She pulls back.
(same tone of
voice as before)
Don’t get confused, Tony. I don’t
fuck around with the help,
As he puts the key into the ignition, Tony has this wolfish
grin on his face.
INT. COCAINE LAB – BOLIVIA – DAY 93
Alejandro Sosa is a playboy, about six-foot-two, black wavy
hair, athletic body and a Copacabana tan, the clothes, a
casual polo shirt and the latest pants from Calvin Klein.
On his wrist is a flashy gold ID bracelet with “Alex’
written in diamonds and on the other wrist a gold Rolex
with a bezel full of diamonds worth maybe $30,000. His
eyes fizzle with an energy derived not from drugs but the
continual excitement of his toys and his money.
Accompanying him everywhere is the Shadow, a thin, intense
venomous-looking Hispanic man in his thirties, he has the
look of death in an unsmiling face. He is always in
proximity to his Jefe, usually slightly behind the person
or persons addressing Sosa — in a sort of garotte
position, his eyes swivelling to stare down the person who
might glance at him. He is a continual source of tension
underplaying the scenes, particularly coming to affect Omar
who is insecure to begin with.
93 CONTINUED 93
Sosa is showing Tony and Omar through his coke processing
lab, past four coal-fired stoves, each with mas,sive iron
kettles bubbling with coca paste…across to a row of ovens
where the refined coke dries. The chemists and Indians
working there all acknowledge llel rey de1 rey” as he
passes, as proud of his factory as a vine grower his
so this and my other factory 1 can
&&A guarantee production of 200
kilos refined every month of the
year. Problem is I have no steady
market. Some months I can’t get rid
of fifty keys, other months I have to
do 2 to 300 keys, it’s crazy, hunh?
Nobody can run a business that way —
I know what you mean Mr. Sosa, we got
the same problems up in Miami, the
demand varies for us too, month to
Sosa looks at him like that’s obvious and moves on. In his
skinny suit, with the wet cigarette clamped between his
nervous fingers, Omar’s not quite in his league with Sosa.
Tow, awed by the scope of it all, follows along, stops to
look at a sample of the dried coke.
The Shadow stops, eyeballs him.
Tony eyeballs him back, playing a game with him, then
samples the coke off his thumb into his nose. Pause. His
expression says I like it. He moves on.
The Shadow moves with him.
…Basically what I’m looking for is
somebody to share the risks with me,
somebody in the States who might
guarantee me something like-.-say
150 kilos a month.
That’s a big commitment Mr. Sosa. It’s
too bad Frank’s not here. Something
like that you should talk to him. .
93 CONTINUED – 2 93
Yes, it would’ve been nice if he could
and he’d like meeting you too
1;;: Sosa. But with his trial coming
up y’know, it’s not so easy for him
to slip outta the country right now,
measure of Tony,
So he sent you?
Yeah, something like that. You sure
got good stuff in there Mr. Sosa —
class A shit.
Looking over the laboratory like it was his. Omar glances
at him, annoyed.
We’ll talk at my house. Shall we
94 INT. SOSA VILLA – BOLIVIA – DAY 94
The camera moves past a spectacular view of the mountains
to a cavernous dining room highlighted by huge paintings
from the Spanish classical period and ornate candelabra.
At the table are Sosa, Omar, Tony. The Shadow sits impas-
sively in a folding chair off to the side, watching Omar
and Tony. Tony is impressed, looking at the plates, the
glasses, the silverware, uncomfortable, trying to fit in.
He eats the salmon off a silver plate with oafish movements
of his knife and fork as the servants move to and fro, con-
stantly changing dishes, confusing Tony (ad-lib during scene).
…say Lopez guarantees me 150 keys
a month for a year, and he picks it
up down here, I could sell it to him
for as little as 7000 a kilo. You
cannot do better than that.
Well, we do that we gotta take the
risk of moving it. Also we’d be
cutting out the Columbians. You
know what that means?
That means we gotta go to war with
looks over at him, not quite knowing yet what to make
of this guy.
When we cut out.the Coluxnbians we
take risks — on both sides.
Split the risk. Guarantee your
delivery as far as Panama.
Panama? Risky? It costs me more.
There I’d sell maybe 13.5 a key.
13.5! What are you nuts? We still
gotta take the shit to Florida. You
know what that’s like these days?
They got the Navy all over the fuckin’
place. They got frogmen, they got EC
2s with satellite tracking shit in
’em, they got fuckin’ Bell 209 assault
choppers up the ass, we’re losing one
out of every nine loads. It’s no
duckwalk for us anymore, y’know.
Omar is looking at him, ready to explode at his blithe
assumption of power — whereas Sosa chuckles, amused by his
brashness, starting to be intrigued by this animal.
What do you suggest is a fair…?
Interrupted, Sosa looks over at his black aide who suddenly
appears at the door, apparently with a message. Sosa waves
The black aide Y- The Skull — is a slim, tall imposing man
with academic, ‘horn-rimmed glasses and close-cropped hair
on a huge and impressive skull. He combines the physical
qualities of an animal with an intellectual. As he
approaches, he glances down the table, his eyes falling
CONTINUED – 2
briefly on Omar who doesn’t connect. The Skull falters —
just for a moment — then continues towards Sosa with the
same stony, loyal expression.
Sosa lends his ear and the Skull whispers his information.
A beat. He whispers a second thought. Sosa reacts minimally.
Then he nods, dismissing the Skull who heads out the room.
Sosa glances at his gold Rolex.
Tony in a whisper)
Shaddup willya Montana, I’m doing
the talking here!
Where were we?
Panama. You’re looking for a partner,
Omar shoots a poisonous glance at Tony.
…something like that.
Look Mr. Sosa, we’re getting ahead of
ourselves here. I’m down on Frank’s
authority to buy 200 keys, that’s it,
that’s my limit. I got no right to
negotiate for Frank Lopez on anything
larger than that. So why don’t we…
Hey Omar why don’t you let the man
finish, hunh? Let him propose his
Hey Montana, you got no authority here,
okay ! I started you in this business,
all right, so shut the fuck UQ!
Frank’11 love it. Don’t worry about it.
That’s up to Frank — not you.
CONTINUED – 3
He looks embarrassed at Sosa who has been watching, sensing
— also an advantage in the split.
I’m sorry about this, Mr. Sosa….
It’s all right. Maybe your partner’s
right. Maybe you should talk to
I don’t think this is something
I want to do on an overseas.phone, but
I can go back to Miami and talk to
Good. My chopper can take you to
Santa Cruz now. I have a jet there
that’11 have you in Miami in five hours.
You can be back here tomorrow. For
speed of the plan.
Omar is taken aback by the
. . I Yeah I guess so….
Tony, to Omar)
…leave your friend here. While you’re
gone maybe he can tell me how to run
(doesn’t ?% it)
I don’t think that….
Hey it’s okay. You tell Frank
I’m keeping this guy on ice for
Sosa laughs. Omar scowls.
SOSA VILLA – DAY
95 EXT. 95
The helicopter blades whirr. The Skull waits inside with
-~ the Shadow. They both stare at:
Omar, who, with one hesitant look, steps inside.
The chopper lifts off the lawn, the camera moving to the
polo players exercising in the distance…a woman on a
horse rides by and we swing with her towards the villa.
Sosa walks Tony down an outside gallery towards the veranda
where servants lay out the coffee and fruits.
You know why they say Cubans are all
‘Cause the islands in the Caribbean,
the governments in Russia, the Armys
in Angola, and the people live in
Sosa laughs. They reach the veranda, Tony glancing past
Sosa to an exotic-looking, dark-eyed senorita who gets off
her horse, held by a servant, and joins them.
. . * They got a beard there that’s all.
With a cigar and a big mouth.
Maybe he’ll move to Miami too…
Gabriella, my rose — how was the
Sosa changes his personality completely with her, dewy-
eyed and loving. They peck each other’s cheek lightly.
Lovely.. .but the sheep in the north
pasture, they’re destroying the grass,
it’s turning yellow. You must move
1’11 take care of it myself. (Xl
95 CONTINUED 95
…and don’t forget we have the
Rinaldi’s at eight.
Of course not. Uh — an associate
of mine. From Miami. Tony Montana…
My fiance, Gabriella Montini.
She nods to him in that somewhat uninterested, rude,
upperclass Latin way.
It’s a pleasure.
She withdraws. Tony watches her go.
I gotta hand it to you. You got
everything a man could want.
Sosa, pleased, reaches for an expensive set of binoculars
on the patio table, looks up through them, at the heli-
copter rising off the lawn.
I like you Tony. There’s no lying
in you.. .Unfortunately I don’t feel
the same way about the rest of your
Tony glances up at the chopper, the servant pouring coffee
In-l — Whaddaya getting at,
I mean Omar Suarez.
CONTINUED – 2
puzzled, glances up at the chopper which now hovers
there high above the estate.
Sosa passes him the binoculars.
This garbage was recognized by my
associate at lunch.
In New York. He was an
informer for the police….
Tony, astonished, looks up.
96 THROUGH THE 3INOCULARS – OMAR
terrified, being positioned at the door of the chopper by
the Shadow and the Skull, his hands tied to his back and a
length of thick rope looped around his neck.
struggling backwards in vain.
He put Vito Duval and the Ramos
Brothers — Nello and Gino — away
for life. My associate used to work
Through the binoculars — they throw Omar out of the
chopper and he flies downwards and jerks back up as the
He hangs there like
rope stretches taut, snapping his neck.
a broken doll on a string as the chopper moves out of sight.
Sosa watches him closely
shaken, lowers the binoculars.
Tony looks back at him, contemplative.
for his reaction.
Sosa goes over, pours himself some coffee.
So how do I know you’re not a ‘chivato’
up to him)
Sosa — get this straight right
now ! I never fucked anybody over in
my life didn’t have it comin’ to him
okay! All I got’s my two balls
my word — and I don’t break ’em.
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
For nobody. That piece of shit up
there I never liked, I never trusted..
For all I know he’s the guy who set me
up and got my buddy Angel Fernandez killed.
But that’s history. I’m here. He’s
not. You wanna go on with me, say it.
You don’t, make your move, hodedor! (Xl
I think you speak from the heart
Montana, but I say to myself this
Lopez — your boss — he has ‘chivatos’
like that working for him, his judg-
ment stinks. So I think to myself,
what other mistakes has this Lopez
guy made, how can I trust his organi-
zation…hunh? You tell me Tony.
Hey Frank’s smart. Don’t blame him
for that animal. It’s crazy business
we’re in, it can happen to anybody —
even you y’know. I’ll talk to Frank
myself. I’ll fix this thing up right
You got my word on that.
Sosa approaches Tony, focusing an intense stare on him,
makes an elaborate gesture of putting his hands out, Tony
followng the pantomine, puts his out. Sosa now grips them.
You speak with your eyes muchacho. I
think — you and I — we can work this
thing out, do business a long time
together. Just remember — it’s the
only thing I ever tell you — don’t
fuck me Tony, don’t ever try to fuck me.
Their eyes locked together.
AERIAL VIEW – MIAMI – TWILIGHT 98
In all its Caribbean splendor with the long curving beach
and rich white buildings, bathed in a lovely violet light.
Music theme continuing over.
REVERSE WIFE TO
EXT. LOPEZ MOTORS AUTO DEALERSHIP – LITTLE HAVANA – DAY 99
In long shot we see an agitated Lopez entering his
dealership with his bodyguard. Against a background of
used American cars without great distinction, he ad-libs
his way through some customers and salesmen, shaking hands
and acting like everybody’s favorite uncle…till we see
him approach Tony, who is waiting for him with Manny
outside his office. He jerks his head. Inside. They go.
INT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE – DAY
The office is highly decorated with plagues, momentos,
Cuban patriot flags, and lots of photographs, centering on
JFK and RFK shaking the hand of Lopez who now stares
incredulously at Tony.
You what! You made a deal for
fucking eighteen million dollars
without even checking with me! What
are you crazy Montana, are you crazy!
Hey take it easy Frank, cone.
Con0 my ass!
At 10.5 a key, it’s pure Frank…we
can`t lose money, no way, we make
seventy-five million on this deal,
Frank. Seventy-five mill! That’s
Yeah and what’s Sosa gonna do to me
when I don’t come up with the first
five million dollars on this deal —
send me a bill? He’s gonna send hit
squads up here that’s what. There’s
gonna be war in the streets.
You know what this fucking trial is
costing me in legal fees, Montana?
…You expect me to believe Omar was (X)
‘Cause Sosa said so? And’
you bought that line?
Maybe I made a mistake sending you down
there? Maybe you and Sosa know some-
thing I don’t know?
100 CONTINUED – 2 1oc
You saying I’m not being straight tx:
with you Frank?
Lopez’s bodyguard shifts. Manny slips his hand closer to
Let’s just say I want things to stay
the way they are. For now. Stall
your deal with Sosa.
Long pause. Tony’s eyes meeting Lopez’s. He gave Sosa his
…have it your way boss.
He turns to leave, nods Manny.
Montana… just remember I am the
Sure you’re the boss.
to the door, Manny joining him.
Y’know I told you when you started
Tony, the guys who last in this busi-
ness are guys who fly straight, real
low key, real quiet.. -the guys who
want it all, the chicks and the cham-
pagne and the flash — they don’t last.
saying nothing, goes out the door with Manny.
101 EXT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE 101
Just outside the door, Tony glances at Manny’s question-mark
101-A EXT. SHEFFIELD’S OFFICE BUILDING – ESTABLISHING SHOT – 101-A
102 INT. LAWYER’S OFFICE – NIGET 10:
Tony, impeccable in Cardin whites, and Manny, also slicked
UP, are shown by an elegant secretary into a plush office.
Behind the desk sits the heavy-lidded, cigarette-eyed lawyer,
George Sheffield smoking yet another cigarette, his voice a
hoarse gravelled croak, the eyes — with their deadxnan stare
— always pausing before they speak. He doesn’t get up from
his desk. His hair is flaming red. We saw him before, at the
What can I do for you Montana?
My partner. Manny Ray.
Manny, standing in the b.g., nods.. -Sheffield shifts his eyes
briefly, back to Tony who plops himself in a chair.
So George, they tell me you’re the
best lawyer in town.
Did they also tell you how expensive
Hey it’s like J.P. Morgan says — if
you gotta ask, you’re outta your league.
I see you been reading your American
history Montana, what’ve you done
lately to earn a place in it?
I’m trying to stay outta it, y’know
what I mean? I’m expanding my opera-
tion. So I want a class guy like you on
the payroll — advising me. Starting now.
(a longer pause
…Start with a $100,000.
(an equal pause}
He sticks out his hand. Manny slaps an envelope in it. Tony
begins counting out the cash, right on the tabletop.
EXT. LOPEZ CONDO – SOUTH MIAMI – DAY
Tony waits in his red Jaguar in the driveway of the building.
Lopez and his bodyguard exit the building.
A limousine pulls up.
The threesome get in the limo and drive away.
Tony gets out of the car, crosses to the entrance.
INT. LOPEZ CONDO – DAY
Tony waits outside the door, pushes the buzzer again.
Elvira opens it, a look of utter surprise on her face. She`s
in jeans, barefoot and casual.
Elvira looks at him, still astonished and waiting for an
explanation. There is none.
ml.. -you just missed Frank.
I didn’t come here to see Frank.
She looks at him amazed. The balls on this guy!
This is not the time or the place.
Next time make an appointment first.
She tries to slam the door in his face but he blocks it and
I got something important to tell ya.
Why don’t you make some drinks and
104 CONTINUED 104
Sure. Why not? We’re all normal
She heads for the pool, nonplussed. Tony closes the door, (XI
eases slowly across the room towards her, awkwardly trying
to make conversation.
I heard you was in Europe travelling
’round all by yourself. Woman like
you shouldn’t have to travel alone…
I been travelling myself.
Broadening your intellect. I heard.
What else d’you hear?
I heard you and Frank aren’t working
Yeah. It makes things easier this
way, don’t it?
She’s puzzled. He drinks a toast.
Here’s to the land of opportunity.
For you maybe.
She drinks to it.
Hey, do you like kids?
Kids? Sure, why not — as long as
there’s a nurse.
Good. Cause I like kids too. I
like boys and girls.
She’s waiting. He paws the ground, awkward as a bull.
That’s broad of you, Tony. Travelling
really helped. Look, Frank’s going
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
104 CONTINUED – 2 104
to be back any moment and when he
walks through that….
Yeah. Yeah — fuck Frank. Look,
here’s the story. I’m from the gutter
but I climbed out of it. I’m not the
smartest guy in the world but I got
guts and I know the streets and I’m
making the right connections. With
the right woman, there’s no stopping
- I could go to the top, I could
be somebody here in Miami. I could (Xl
be like Frank but bigger — The
Elvira’s looking at him like he’.s on the moon.
Anyway what I came up here to tell you
is that.. .uh I like you. I think you’re
terrific. I known this the first time
I seen you. You belong to me. We’re
tigers. The two of us…1 want you to
marry me and be the mother of my children.
Me? Marry you?
She laughs, a short harsh laugh.
T O N Y
Yeah.. -marry me.
What about Frank? What are you going
to do about Frank?
Frank’s not gonna last…
the drink, puts
his hand on hers)
I’m not looking for an answer right
now Elvira, but I want you to think
about it, okay? I want you to think
hard… 1’11 see you the next time.
. He goes. She stares at him, still dazed, yet deep down —
INT. BABYLON CLUB – NIGHT
The place is raging tonight as Tony and Manny arrive, in
tuxedos, making their way through the crowd greeting the
many people who know them now. We might note Tony has
refined the art of walking and no longer bulls Deonle out
of his path, he angles th?ough them. –
Tony stops, spots his sister Gina, in an expensive looking
dress, with a flashy young Cuban guy in a burgundy suit.
What the fuck is she doing here,
Hey c’mon Tony, it’s okay, it’s just
a disco for chrissake. What do you
give her money for if you don’t want
her to go out, have some fun?
Gina spots Tony, hesitates, waves to him. Manny waves
back. Tony nods. Burgundy suit checks them out.
Who’s she with?
kid, he works for Luco, he’s
Tony spots a Large Man coming towards him. Caucasian,
about 250 pounds.
Keep your eye on her. Make sure he
don’t dance too close.
Hello Tony, you remember me?
1’11 be at the table.
Yeah, sure. You’re…
…Bernstein, right. Mel Bernstein.
I think we
That’s right, Tony.
There’s something ugly in his smile, maybe it’s ’cause just
the eyes do the smiling.
Talk about what, what’s there to
talk about? I ain’t killed anybody
No not lately but we can go back to
Like Emilio Rebenga,
like a bunch of whacked Indians at
the Sun-Ray Motel in Miami Beach….
Oh yeah? ..you know Mel whoever’s
giving you your information must be
taking you guys for a long ride.
Are we gonna talk or am I gonna bust
your wiseass spit balls, Tony baby —
here and now?
Tony looks at him.
106 INT. BABYLON CLUB – CORNER TABLE – TONY AND MEL
in a corner of theeBabylon — talking. (X
Rev _ 11/22/82
. * . yeah, so the news on the street
is you’re bringing in a lot of yeyo
Tony.. .that you’re no longer a small-
time hood, you’re public property
now, and the Supreme Court says your
privacy can be invaded….
No shit — how much?
(doodling on a
piece of paper)
There’s an answer to that too….
He holds the paper up briefly in front of Tony. It says
That’s a big number.
That’s on a monthly basis. Every
month the same thing. You know how
this works, don’t you? We tell you
who’s moving against you, we shake
down who you want shaken down, if
you have a real problem in a collec-
tion, we’ll step in for you. I got
eight killers with badges working for
- When we hit, it hurts-.-Same
thing works the other way. You feed
me a bust now and then, some new
cowboy wants to go into business
you let us know — we like snacks,
it looks good on the record.
S’pose I give you the money, how do I (Xl
know you’re the last bull I gotta
grease? What about
DEA — how do I know what rock they’re
gonna come out from under?
That’s none of our business, Tony, (Xl
we don’t cross no lines.
CONTINUED – 2
I don’t want this discussion going (X)
any farther than this table. MY WYS
have families, they’re legitimate cops,
I don’t want none of `em .getting’ embar-
rassed `cause if my guys are gonna suffer,
then they’re gonna make you suffer.
Comprendre? ..Oh yeah and I got a vacation
comin’ up. I wanna take the wife to
London, England. We never been there.
‘ Throw in two round-trip tickets. First
Tony just stares at him. Bernstein smiles, points.
I like the scar. Nice.
But you oughta smile more, Tony.
Enjoy yourself. Everyday above
ground’s a good day.
He winks and goes. Tony sits there brooding on it, eyes
flicking back to the dance floor.
Burgundy suit there is snuggling up to Gina on the dance
.floor. Too close.
Tony is getting pissed, he looks around for Manny, then
INT. BABYLON CLUB ENTWWCE – NIGHT
Elvira walking into the club, followed by Lopez and Ernie,
the bodyguard. Lopez is delayed at the door by his buddy,
the Owner, and Elvira drifts in. His attention diverted
from Gina, Tony goes towards her.
She sees him coming, glances in Frank’s direction.
Tony comes right up to her.
Lopez, in conversation with the Owner, glances over, sees
Tony with Elvira, his expression narrows.
so.. .Did you think about.what I
said? About the kids?
Tony, you’re really nuts you know,
— you really are.
over, takes Elvira’s arm, and smiles at Tony.
Hey Tony, why don’t you get your own
That’s what I’m doing, Frank.
Tense look on Frank’s face. The bodyguard circles.
Then go do it somewhere else. Get
Frank, he was only….
Maybe I don’t hear so good sometimes,
You won’t be hearing anything, you
go on like this.
You gonna stop me?
Frank is livid.
You’re fucking right I am. I’m giving
you orders. 1X)
The bodyguard moves closer to Tony who doesn’t move.
Manny suddenly slides into frame, backing Tony.
Orders? There’s only one thing that
gives and gets orders, cabron — balls. (Xl
Pause. Something’s about to pop, turns back just at the
crest. Lopez abruptly turns away.
107 CONTINUED – 2 10;
Frank, this is ridiculous….
He crowds her. she goes. Tony watches as they exit
That cocksucker! — He put that
homicide prick Bernstein on me.
They stroll back to the table.
The Emilio Rebenga hit. Remember
Who else knew about it? Omar’s
fertilizer, ain’t he? Lopez is
letting me know he’s got weight on
I don’t know, things don’t look so
good here, Tony. Maybe we should
get outta town for a while, y’know,
go up to New York?
You go. I like the weather here
He stops, his eyes darting to pick out Gina laughing as she
follows burgundy suit out of the main room and down the
stairs to the toilets.
Without hesitation, his irritation peaking now, Tony darts
107 CONTINUED – 3
where you going?
He doesn’t answer.
108 INT. BABYLON CLUB – STAIRS AND LADIES ROOM – NIGHT 10E
Tony comes down the plush velvet stairs, flings himself
into the Ladies room…the ladies, surprised, look back at
him. No Gina.
INT. BABYLON CLUB – MEN’S ROOM AND STAIRS – NIGHT
He moves over to the Men’s room, throws the door open.
There are four legs visible in one of the stalls. Tony
moves past two men washing up, and hurls himself against
It crashes open on Gina in the act of snorting coke, with
burgundy suit running his ha&s along her ass.
What are you doing! What are you
He grabs burgundy suit by the collar and whips him several
times into the wall.
Tony! What’re you doing! You’re
He rips the coke out of her hands and scatters it across
What are you doing with this shit,
Get the fuck out of here, maricon,
y’hear, 1’11 kill you next time.
Manny runs in, several others now looking in from the hall.
Tony shoves burgundy suit,out of the stall, past Manny.
What the hell is….
You think it’s cute somebody puttin’
their hands all over your ass, my
kid sister, hunh? In a toilet!
It’s none of your business!
The fuck it isn’t! Three dollar
hooker, that’s what you are.
Snorting shit like that at your age,
you oughta —
What are you — a priest? A cop!
Look at your life. You can’t tell
me what to do!
I’m I don’t wanna see
you in here again. I catch you in
here I’m gonna beat the shit outta
Oh yeah! Go ahead!
You’re getting outta here right now!
Don’t push me baby, don’t push me!’
Don’t fucking push me!
CONTINUED – 2
Okay, c’mon, let’s go outside get
The argument has moved across the bathroom to the lip of
the hallway. Several more people are watching.
You got a nerve, Tony, you got a
nerve! You can’t tell me what to
- I’ll do what I want to do.
X’ll go out with who I want and if I
want to fuck them then 1’11 fuck
Tow, raging, smacks her the face. She reels back
into the toilet.
Tony stands there, abated.
The crowd is silent.
Manny moves across the floor and kneels down, consoles Gina
who is sobbing.
Come on, baby, it’s okay. .-it’s
okay, he didn’t mean it.
Get her home, get her outta here!
He turns and bulldozes his way through the growing crowd,
no regrets, but disturbed.
Manny helps Gina to her feet.
Come on, pussycat, I’ll buy you a
cup of coffee.
110 INT. BABYLON CLUB – MAIN ROOM – NIGHT 110
Tony, isolated and edgy, reenters the main room, circling
the edges of the crowd, up to the bar.
Gimme a double of that!
He turns, catches a last glimpse of Gina leaving with Manny.
111 EXT. MIAMI STREETS – NIGHT 111
Manny drives Gina home in his two-seater Mercedes sports
coupe. She’s still angry.
…He’s got a nerve the way he acts!
Mama’s right. She says he hurts every-
thing he touches. Well he’s not gonna
hurt me anymore. He`ll never see me
He loves you, what do you want. He
feels he raised you.
He still thinks I’m fifteen. He’s been
in jail five years and he still thinks
Hey, you’re the best thing he’s got.
The only thing. He don’t want you to
grow up to be like him. So he’s got
this father thing for you, protect you….
‘Gainst assholes — like the sleaze
ball in the red suit.
He says it like it’s personal.
(picks up on it)
I like Fernando, he’s a nice guy, he
knows how to treat a woman.
What future’s he got? On a band-
stand somewhere? He’s a bum, Why
don’t you go out with somebody who’s
She gives him a look.
Like a doctor or a dentist or something.
What about you? Why don’t you take
She’s looking straight at him now, challenging.
Yeah, you. I see the way you look at
me — Manolo Ribera. (X)
Hey, Tony’s like my brother.. You’ re
his kid sister, okay?
You afraid of Tony? You afraid of
Tony’s kid sister?
112 EXT. TONY’S MOTHER’S HOUSE – NIGHT 112
Pulls the car over to the curb.
I guess we’re here.
You think about it, okay, you think
about it real hard, Manny. ‘Cause
you don’t know what you’re missing….
She leans across the front seat and lightly lays a
challenging kiss on his cheek. The ladykiller is rigid in
She gets out of the car, crosses in front of his headlights,
towards the house, looking at him.
CUT BACK TO
113 INT. BABYLON CLUB – LATER THAT NIGHT 113
The Owner appears at the mike, the music drifting to
Sinatra’s “Strangers In The Night’.
All right, you coneheads, another
exciting evening at the Babylon, hunh? (X)
Now I want you to check out this next
hombre. I found him stoned in the
jungle and there’s nothing you’ll
ever see like him. I present with
great pride, ‘from Caracas, Venezuela
— ‘Octavia’ !
Lights dimming to the bluesy rhythm of the Sinatra song as
sad-eyed Octavia suddenly appears in the shifting spot-
light drawing immediate laughter.
He is dressed as an enormously fat old man with a Quasimodo
mask covering both the front and back of his head and neck.
With a red bulb for a nose, he gyrates grotesquely to the
sleek song; once the mood of laughter has been established,
the music suddenly shifts upbeat to “Saturday Night Fever”
and the clown, like a butterfly from a worm, starts
shedding the stuffing from his clothes, his big eyes
staring out at us in theatrical melancholy.
Tony watches, sitting alone, distracted by the clown.
More laughter, more clothes coming off, building a tempo.
PJ%en the head mask comes off, we see the gaunt handsome
face of a young clown in white paint with the large
blackened eyes staring without expression at the laughing
Tony is hooked by the image, looks on.
The clown is down to his leotards, thin as a stick, and
pulling the girls out onto the floor to dance with him,
bouncing around like yo-yos. Everybody is laughing,
everybody is merry…
…except Tony and the clown, weaving in and out of the
sharpening spotlight in his white face as the act comes to
its close, a haunting figure of mockery….
Tony, absorbed by his thoughts, is lucky this time. His
antennae warn him. Out of the side of his eye, he sees….
The two hitters moving on him.
He sprawls. Machine gun fire rips through the upholstery,
smashing the mirrors….
Screams, crowd diving for cover….
Tony, hit in the shoulder, rolls, gets his Baretta out of
his ankle, firing….
Hits one of the gunmen in the chest; the man staggers
across the disco floor firing volleys into the mirrors and
Tony moving under the tables, towards the door, firing….
The second hitter is pinned, firing back, breaking more
mirrors, and more screaming.
Tony lets the gunman have another burst then runs out the
door, his clothes ripped with blood and’glass.
The clown, Octavia, lies dead on the silent dance floor.
114 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB – NIGHT 114
Tony runs out, crouched, to his red Jaguar.
Exchanging shots with a third hitter across the parking
lot, he runs out of ammunition.
He jumps into the Jaguar, his windows being blown out.
The second hitter, wounded, running out of the club,
The third hitter advancing, carhops scattering.
Tony reaching under his seat, gets a hold of his own Ingram
machine pistol, cocks it and lays down a field of fire.
Carhops scattering, the hitters seeking cover.
Hitter two, already wounded, is hit again, his head
exploding like squashed watermelon.
114 CONTINUED 114
Tony now pops a button. Bulletproof blackout shutters whap
across the shattered windows.
He guns the Jaguar out into the lot, bullets careening off
the armor plating, whining against the shutters.
Tony suddenly brakes the car and reaches down and slams the
gear shift into reverse.
In an instant, his warmobile in reverse,
climbing to top speed….
As hitter three realizes it’s too late, tries to get out of
there, but is overtaken and crushed by the car.
115 HOUSE – THAT NIGHT 115
Tow, aching from his wound, is attended by a Doctor, who
reveals to Us an ugly wound on his rib cage. Tony looks at
it, doesn’t express a reaction.
It’s going to be sore for a few
Somebody else gonna be a lot
Find out where Lopez is….
116 INT. MIRIAM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT 116
Miriam’s a tough-looking little ckick in panties and a tank
top with “Cocaine” written on it.
Miriam? Yeah…Tony. Manny there?
Yeah… It’s Tony.
Manny, in bed, is snorting a line of coke off a mirror,
takes the phone, in good spirits.
Tony cone, whatcha doing — checking
up on me, too?
SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT
Look, get your fuckin’ clothes on
and meet me outside Lopez’s office
in forty-five minutes. That phone
Move your ass!
booth on 9th. Yeah.
118 INT. MIRIAM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
INT. SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT 114
TONY (v.o. )
Nothing we can’t fix.
Tony hangs up.
120 INT. MIRIAM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT 12c
(grabs his pants)
I gotta go.
This is worse than fucking a grass-
Hey, I’m better looking.’
Don’t do it all, I’ll be back later.
121 INT. SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT 12:
Tony ignores the doctor taping him, checking his watch.
Nick, when we get there, call Lopez
at three exactly. You got that? (X
Yeah, don’t worry Tony. I got it.
All you say is you’re one of the
guys at the-club — ‘Hello, Mr. Lopez,
there was a fuckup, he got away….’
Yeah, Tony, I got it, no problem….
122 INT. LOPEZ MOTORS – NIGHT 122
Waldo remains outside, covering the street as Tony, Manny
and Chi-chi move gingerly along the darkened showroom…
Lopez’s voice on the phone through the half-opened office
.you’re kidding! Three to two?
Son of a bitch!…
Guess what. My softball team,
y’know, the Little Lopezers? They
won the Division tonight. We’re
going to Sarasota for the State
Congratulations. That’s .great Frank.
Tony, Manny and Chi-chi slide into the room, the latter two
with guns casually drawn.
123 INT. LOPEZ MOTOR’S OFFICE – NIGHT 123
Yeah, it sure is Frank. What’d you
do — fix the umpire?
Lopez, his nose in a glass of scotch, almost muffs it right
there and then, but manages to recover.
Tony…? Uh, I’ll call you
Hangs the phone up and rocks forward at his desk.
Lopez’s bodyguard, Ernie, gets the message from Chi-chi
sliding along the wall next to him, Manny covering the
other side of the room.
Tony… what happened to you, hunh?
Yeah, lookit. They spoiled one of
my $800 suits.
in his ripped suit, shoulder in a sling, face cut,
shifts his eyes with camera slowly onto Mel Bernstein
sitting there with a bourbon on the rocks, his two hundred
and fifty pounds bulging with irritated surprise.
Hitters. Somebody musta brought ’em
Never seen ’em before…Hiya
ii:;. Is there an answer to this too?
Always is Montana, always is….
Jesus, Tony, maybe it was the Diaz
Brothers, they got a deep beef going
back to the ‘Sun Ray’ thing.
Hey, you might be right.
Anyway I’m glad you made it Tony,
we’ll return the favor for you. In
(sits at the edge
of Lopez’s desk)
Nah, I’m gonna take care of this
Well.. -What are the guns for Tony?
What for? I’m paranoid I guess.
The phone rings.
Lopez lets the phone ring.
Why don’t you answer it ‘Frank?
CONTINUED – 2
m-l. * .Must be Elvira. You know women.
-4′ After we left that joint she….
The phone rings again.
(reaches for it)
1’11 tell her you’re not here.
Wait a minute! I’ll talk to
Yeah… all right honey, don’t
worry… I’ll be home in an hour.
He hangs up. Pause.
Frank, you’re a piece of shit.
Whatcha talking ’bout Tony?
Tony, angry now, grabs Lopez by the shirt and hauls him
forward across his desk so his gut lies flat across it.
You know what I’m talking about you
Tony, no! Lissen!
You remember what a ‘haza’ is Frank?
It’s a pig that don’t fly straight.
Neither do you, Frank.
Why would I hurt you, Tony, I
brought you in! So we had a few
differences, no big deal. I gave
you your start Tony, I believed in
Yeah and I stayed loyal to you,
Frank. I made what I could on the
side but I never turned you Frank,
never — but you — a man ain’t got
no word, he’s a cockroach!
cockroach right in front of
He squashes an imaginary
him further across the desk,
*Frank’s eyes, then pulls
Mel! Mel! Do something, please!
Mel sits there impassively.
It’s your tree Frank, you’re sitting
Please Tony okay all right! Gimme a
second chance! Ten million. I’ll
give you ten million dollars right
now ! I got it in a vault. In
Spain. We’ll get on a plane. It’s
yours, all of it…Elvira? You want
Elvira? She’s yours, okay! I: 90
way Tony, I disappear, you’ll never
see me again. Just gimme a chance,
gimme a second chance Tony, please…
He sobs pathetically.
I don’t wanna die Tony, I never did
nothing to nobody Tony! I never
Yeah you’re right Frank, you always
had somebody else do it for you.
He turns to Manny.
Manny, you mind shooting this piece
of shit for me?
Tony steps aside.
No! No! Tony!
Manny shoots him with the silencer. Three times.
Lopez crashes backwards, draped over his desk like Marat in
his bathtub, amid his patriot flag and his Kennedy photographs.
123 CONTINUED – 4
…Every dog has his day.
He fixes his eyes on Mel Bernstein.
in his chair)
I told him it didn’t make sense —
cliptiing you when he coulda had you
working for us instead. But he got
hot tonight, y’know, about the broad.
He fucked up.
Yeah, so did you, Bernstein.
His eyes.. .Bernstein, reading them, gets worried.
Now wait a minute, Montana, don’t go
I’m not Mel. You are.
He produces his Baretta from his sling and holds it in his
left hand pointed at the big man.
Hey, c’mon, what is this?
shoot a cop, Tony.
Whoever said you were one?
Bernstein takes it in the gut, hits the floor, looks up
.I. lemme go, Tony, I can fix things
Sure you can Chico. Maybe you can
hondle one of them first-class tickets (X
— to the Resurrection. So long, Mel,
have a good trip.
He fires several times into him until we can imagine he is
longer of the living. Tony turns towards the door.
CONTINUED – 5 12
What about him?
The bodygurad, Ernie, the middle-aged Cuban,-waits stoically.
You want a job Ernie?
Come see me tomorrow.
Tony walks out alone into the darkened showroom, past the
hulks of the used Cadillacs, as we see the shadows of Manny
and Chi-Chi moving in a stream of light.
124 INT. LOPEZ CONDO – THAT NIGHT
Elvira lies in her silk sheets. The doorbell rings. She
In a nightgown, she opens the front door.
Tow, still in his ruined suit with the arm in a sling,
moves past her into the apartment.
Tony just stands there.
Where do you think?..Why don’t you
go pack your stuff. We’re going
124 CONTINUED 124
Pause. She understands, moves quietly past him’towards the
Tony ambles over to the windows and steps out on the terrace,
breathing in the air. The lights of Miami wink at his feet….
. . . the camera moving to one sign down there that says it
all, flashing its big neon bracelet —
THE WORLD –
PAN TO EUROPE, AFRICA, SOUTH AMERICA
Tony drinks it in.
Montage – Passing Time:
125 MULTI-SCREEN IMAGES 12$
to lively, marching music.
126 HANDS 12L
127 HANDS 12:
sealing cocaine bags…quaaludes…marijuana.
128 EXT. SOSA VILLA – DAY 12t
Sosa on the phone in Bolivia.
129 WT. TONY’S MANSION – DAY 12!
Tony on the phone in Miami.
130 EXT. MONTANO REALTY – DAY 13(
Tony — with Manny, GaSpar, and Ernie — exits the Montana
Realty Company in Little Havana.
131 EXT. MONTANA DIAMOND TRADING COMPANY – DAY 13:
Tony — with Manny, Gaspar and Gigi — enters the Montana
Diamond Trading Company in Little Havana.
EXT. GASPAR’S STREET – DAY
Marielitos, is ambushed and blown up in his car.
One of the
EXT. BANK – DAY
Camera moving from a sign saying “Banco Del Sur Miamil’ to
Chi-Chi and Rafi unloading duffel bags from the back of a
Volkswagen van in the parking lot of the bank. Tony and
Manny supervise… the four of them now moving towards the
bank bent under their weights-like a column of ants carrying
Tony shaking hands in an office with a young bank president
They sit down to talk.
(to be seen again).
INT. TONY’S MANSION – DAY
Chi-Chi’s on the phone worried with Gigi.
‘INT. MANNY’S APARTMENT – DAY
Manny’s on the other end — with another ladyfriend, both
: . stripped down, the camera moving back down the telephone
cord to the receiver….
INT. TAP TRAILER – DAY
The tap — trailer — simultaneous…the camera moving
along the tape spools to the two narks listening.
137 EXT. STASH HOUSE – NIGHT
Rafi, another Marielito, is led off in handcuffs from a
suburban stash house by the cops.
“Raid Nets $100 Million Cocaine Stash!”
-139 VIC, THE NEWSCASTER ON TV
“135 drug-related homicides so far this year!”
139-A NICK THE PIG
shaking down punk in Cuban park.
139-B LITTLE HAVANA – NIGHT – GINA
exits flashy car.
141 HANDS 143
stripping false bottoms from suitcases.
142 EXT. GINA’S BEAUTY SALON – DAY 14:
Gina, with Tony, Manny, Waldo, Hernando, Gigi and Elvira
looking on, cuts the ribbon for the new Gina Beauty Salons
in Little Havana. She looks towards her brother, then her
eyes linger on Manny. He suppresses his smile, winks at
INT. MENS’ CLOTHING STORE – DAY
Manny buying new suit….
144 INT. TONY’S MOTHER’S KITCHEN – DAY 144
Mama washing dishes, looking up at the clock.
145 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT 14!
146 OMITTED 14(
147 INT. AMUSEMENT ARCADE – DAY 14′
And Hernando, another of the Marielitos, now sprawls dead
over a video machine in an amusement arcade.
148 EXT. MIAMI BEACH 141
. . . and a bloated Cigi floats in from the ocean onto the
lush white surf of Miami Beach, alongside some kids playing
with their shovels.
INT. MORGUE – DAY
. . . as the morgue piles up with rows of corpses, their tagged
toes sticking out from under the white sheets like used cars.
and the beat goes on.
150 EXT. TONY’S MANSION – MORNING – DAY
In an exclusive area of Coral Gables, surrounded by walls,
security gates, acres of lawns and a guarded boat dock on a
canal. Tony has erected his fortress-like Shangri-La, to
which he has,– with a sense of humor — added a large neon
sign on the front lawn that says:
THE WORLD IS YOURS
MONTANA TRAVEL CO.
Just like it should be.
. . . as Tony and Elvira take their marriage vows in front of
the Monsignor; the triumphant montage music rising to its
full glory as a beggar’s banquet of gang members and various
girl friends (but no sign of kids) looks on. Chi-Chi is
with a girl who looks like an animal, with an extremely
short dress, looping earrings, the camera moving to Gina,
her eyes covertly tracking to Manny who gazes back at her,
evenly and openly as….
Tony and Elvira kiss.
151 EXT. TONY’S GROUNDS – SAME DAY 15
Tony, eating his wedding cake, his arm around Elvira,
nuzzling her, shows his entourage his new hobby.
Across a moat of water, a striped nine-foot Bengal tiger
stretches majestically under a solitary banyan tree, extend-
ing a giant claw and licking himself.
Tony and Chi-Chi kidding around with the tiger.
151-A EXT. TONY’S MANSION – GUARD HOUSE – DAY
Behind some nearby bushes, Gina and are making out in
the grass. They hear the sounds of Tony’s voice, freeze,
making shushing signals, then almost laugh when they con-
sider their childish state.
151-A CONTINUED 151-A
From their point of view, we see Tony leading the entourage
back to the mansion as Chi-Chi throws the Bengal his wedding
151-B INT. TONY’S MANSION OFFICE – DAY – MONTH DATER 151-B
Tony, accompanied by Marmy, walks a young, thirtyish bank
president into his office, which is rigged with video
monitors surveilling all areas of the house and grounds.
There’s an abundance of electronics — televisions, sound
systems, computer toys, video games, desk, couch, chairs —
but not one sign of a book on the walls.
Jerry, the Banker, is slickly dressed, hair coiffed, the
eyes scooting shrewdly back and forth, the type of guy who
follows the Hong Kong money markets on weekends, a guy who
never stops thinking money.
…yeah, well, I can’t pay that no
more Jerry, I’m gonna be bringing in
more’n I ever brung in, y’know. I’m
talking ten million a month now.
That’s serious money. So I think
it’s time you bank boys come down
a bit, y’know, like….
f-leY, Tony, c’mon, that’s crazy,
That’s too bad, ’cause….
Tony, sweetheart, we’re not a wholesale
operation here, we’re a legitimate bank.
The more cash you give us the harder it
is to rinse, y’know. The fact is we
yan’t even take anymore of your money
less we raise the rates on you.
You gonna what, Jerry?
Tony, Tony, we gotta. The IRS is
coming down heavy on South Florida,
y’know. That Time Magazine cover
didn’t help any. We gotta do it
151-B CONTINUED 151-B
Tony, we got stockholders, we gotta
go ten percent on the first twelve
million; that’s in denominations of
twenty. We’ll go eight percent on
your ten dollar bills and six points
on your fives.
we go someplace else.
Tony, Tony — it’s no conspiracy, we’re
all doing it. You’re not gonna find a
Then fuck you, I’ll fly the cash to the
You gonna fly it yourself, Tony — on a
regular basis? Once maybe. And then
what? You gonna trust some monkey in
a Bahamian bank with twenty million
of your hard-earned dollars? C’mon Tony,
don’t be a schmuck — who else can you
trust? That’s why you pay us what you
do — you trust us.
Tony looks broodingly. Jerry glances at his watch, suggesting
he has another engagement,
Stay with us, you’re an old and well-
liked customer. You’re in good hands
with us.. .gentlemen, I gotta run. H OW ‘s
married life? Say hello to the princess
for me — okay. She’s beautiful.
you. Take care.
Going. Tony watches, raging inside. He pulls a drawer
open and reaches for a private cocaine supply.
first indication we have of this. As he snorts:
That prick, that WASP whore. Jhat’s
he think I am, some maricon
on a boat….
So why don’t we talk to this Jew
Seidelbaum? He’s got his own exchange,
he charges four percent tops — and
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151-B CONTINUED – 2 151-E
I don’t know. Mob guys — guineas
— I don’t trust ’em.
On the video monitor, Tony watches Jerry, the Banker,
leaving. Now beginning to see things through the glass
darkly, Tony hits the other nostril quickly, casually —
passing the vial to Manny who does his hit.
You get the house sweeped this month?
Yeah, sure, I told you that. Five
thousand it set us back.
See that cable truck there?
152 INT. TONY’S MANSION OFFICE – DAY – VIDEO MONITORS 152
Tony’s eyes fixing on the cable TV truck parked across the
street. There are other private
A man is hauling cable.
gates visible. The area is lush with gardens, Spanish moss,
cypresses and quietly respectable million dollar houses with
their Spanish tile roofs and balconies.
Hey Manny when does it take three
days to rig a cable, hunh?
What if it’s the Diaz brothers? What
if they’re gonna come and get me?
I’ll check it out.
You check it out, then we’re gonna blow
that fuckin’ truck back to Bogota.
The truck could be anything. We’re
not the only dopers living on the
Hey you got some attitude y’know
Manny — for a guy in charge of my
Hey I’ll check it out. I’m just
telling you we’re spending too much
on this counter-surveillance shit.
Twelve percent y’know, of our adjusted
gross — that’s not pocket money.
You worry about it, it lets me sleep
good at night. There’s that fat guy
Manny looks over at a jogger running by the gate — of the
porcine quality, civilian-looking, fifties.
I seen him every day. ‘Bout a week
So the guy jogs around the neighbor-
hood. He’s some fat accountant.
How the fuck do you know what he is?
Hey if he’s a cop don’t you think
running in circles around a house is
a pretty dumb way to watch it?
I’m telling you we’re getting sloppy
— our thinking — our attitude.
We’re not fucking hungry anymore!
thru OMITTED thru
A-158 EXT. TONY’S MANSION – NIGHT – ESTABLISHING SHOT A-158
158 INT. TONY’S MANSION – BATHROOM – NIGHT – CLOSE ON 158
A television spot for Florida Security Trust (or Miami
Security Trust or Dade Security Trust depending on legal
options). A respectable business-type walks along the
sidewalk with a renascent dpwntown Mimi as a backdrop.
Skyscrapers, glinting glass, cranes….
s . -Here at Florida Security Trust we’ve
been putting your money to work for a
better America. We’ve been around for
seventy-five years. We’ll be here
A logo for the firm over with the reminder “Since 1907.”
Camera pulling back to reveal Tony watching in his huge gold-
leaf bathtub, a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looks
like a character in a Futzie Nutzie loafing cartoon, with his
TV hooked to one side of the tub, a long phone line to the
other, and a radio and portable bar all within reach.
(to the TV)
Yeah that’s ’cause for seventy-five
years you been fucking all of us over,
Somebody oughta do something about
these whores. Charging me ten points
on my money and they’re getting away
with it! ThG’s no laws anymore,
anything goes. l
Listen, these guys been here for a
thousand years. They got all the
Manny straddles a chair next to the tub watching the m
news that was interrupted by the Florida Security Trust
commerical. Behind him Elvira’s in d robe, fixing herself
up in front of a giant mirror. It’s some bathroom —
gigantic with a chandelier hanging in the middle of it,
Italian marble, plants, skylights, etc….
158 CONTINUED 15E
You know what capitalism is —
A true capitalist if ever I met one.
She’s doing a toot of coke off a flat mirror.
Row would you know, bubblehead? You
ever do nothing ‘sides get your hair
fixed and powder your nose? You do
too much of that shit anyway.
Nothing exceeds like excess. You
should know that Tony.
Know what? Why do you always got to
talk like that?
So I had a pow-wow with this guy
Seidelbaum today. He checks out.
I .got another meet set up.
Thursday ten o’clock. I thought I’d
take Chi-Chi with me. Do a million (Xl
and some change. Get my- feet wet with
That’s a lot of wet. I’m not
Rockefeller. Not yet.
Tony points to a figure on the TV.
listen to this, guy’s always (X)
good for a laugh.
Visual of silver-haired television Anchorman — Vie Phillips
— with a bit of show business image in him — to be seen
again. Underneath his face, it says “Editorial.”
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158 CONTINUED – 2 15E
…the question is how with a small
law enforcement budget do you put a
dent in an estimated $100 billion a
year business? It seems at times
all you can do is put your finger in
the dike and pray but now we are
hearing voices that say the only way
we can solve the drug problem is the
same way Prohibition was solved.
Not by outlawing the substances but
by legalizing and taxing them. These
voices say that will drive out the
organized crime element…
& am not one of those voices.
What do you know — you never been right
in your life, Vie baby…
Guy never fuckin’ tells the truth.
It’s the guys like him, the bankers
and the politicians who want to keep
the coke illegal so’s they can make
more money and get the votes to fight
the bad guys. They’re the bad guys.
They’ll fuck anything for a buck….
And what about you Tony? Can’t you
stop talking about it all the time,
can’t you stop saying fuck? — it’s
boring, it’s boring!
You’re boring. Money, money, money!
That’s all I hear in this house.
Frank never talked about money.
‘Cause Frank was dumb.
You know what you’ve become Tony —
an arriviste, an immigrant spit
millionaire who can’t stop talking.
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158 CONTINUED – 3
about how much money he’s got or how
he’s getting fucked. Why don’t you
just dig a hole in the garden honey
and bury it and forget it.
What’re you talking about, I worked
my ass off for all this.
2nd Rev.. 11,’22/82
158 CONTINUED – 3 151
It’s too bad. Somebody should’ve
given it to you. You would’ve been
a nicer person.
Hey you know what your problem is
(at the lip.
of the bathroom)
What – my problem, Tony?
. ..you got nothing to do with your
life that’s what.
Why don’t you get a job y’know? Be
a nurse, work with blind kids, lepers,
open a stationary store, I don’t give
a shit. Anything beats lying around
waiting for me to fuck you all the time. (Xl
( stung 1
Don’t toot your horn,
not that good.
Frank was better?
You’re an asshole.
Hey c’mon Elvie, whatta we fight
for, this is dumb!
He splashes the water in his tub and slams the TV shut.
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
coNTIm – 4
I guess married life’s not all that
it’s cracked up to be, hunh, Chico?
A friendly smile but Tony just stares glumly after Elvira.
I gotta hot date….
158 CONTINUED – 4
This Seidelbaum thing?
Me and Nick’11 take care of it. You
stay out of it.
It’s my deal.
You stink as a negotiator, that’s why.
You like the ladies more’n you do the
money — that’s your problem Manny.
Hey wait a second, I’m your partner
Tony, you can’t trust me, who the
fuck can you trust?.
Pause. Tony mumbles something, barely heard.
Junior partner my ass!
I’m in charge. Do as I say. You
go to Atlanta, you handle the Gomez
lissen to your
You oughta wife,
muchacho. You are an asshole.
He leaves, pissed, Tony mumbling to himself in his bath.
Puck you too… what do you know, who
the hell put things together;..me!
.Who do I trust — me, that’s who….
159 EXT. WAREHOUSE – ALONGSIDE MIAMI FREEWAY – DAY
Tony and Nick The Pig get out of a van, frowning in the
glary sunlight. From the continual sound of jet aircraft
taking off and landing we might sense we’re near an airport.
As Nick hauls a duffel bag on his back, Tony, carrying a
suitcase of his own, reads the sign on top of the warehouse:
“CONSOLIDATED CARRIES INC.
160 INT. SEIDELBAUM OFFICE – WAREHOUSE – DAY 16
The office is bare and ugly, the furniture naugahyde black.
There’s noise from an outer office, and people on phones,
Tony and Nick sit on a couch stacking twenty dollar bills
from the duffel bag and suitcase onto a coffee table.
Two men in casual sports clothing sit opposite them in
chairs, one of them — Seidelbaum — squaring the bills and
passing them efficiently through a money-counting machine
which clicks at rhythmic intervals throughout the scene.
Seidelbaum’s a small, fat 7th Avenue-type with a lot of
rings on his fingers and sharp, porky eyes.
The other guy — Luis — a dark Cuban, is long, lean and
smooth with aquiline nose and dancing eyes. He drinks
coffee, smiles a lot and bullshits — two sordid guys who
look the part.
It’s a tedious process counting a million five in twenties,
it takes four/five hours; and throughout the desultory
dialogue Tony, absorbed by the money, and Nick never stop
the monotonous work of counting and stacking and noting the
At all times all four men, thoroughly aware of
the large stacks on the table, move and talk gingerly
although they appear casual and bored. They drink a lot of
. I . yeah back then I worked in pictures
I was in that picture
down in Columbia.
Burn, y’ever see it?.. with Marlon Brando.
We’re good friend. I was his driver….
Yeah, in Caragena, they shot it there
. Gillo Pontecorvo, he was the director.
160 CONTINUED 1%
Yeah, I also know Paul Newman. I
worked with him in Tucson.
NICK THE PIG
That so? Say, you know Benny
uh.. . .
Now you want a company check here
uh.. . I come up with 284.6
(pauses, looks again
at his figures)
No, that’s just not possible. The
machine don’t make mistakes.
Well, we’ll count it again.
Hey business is business. We’re
Okay, you keep the change okay, I
don’t give a shit.
Okay but I’ll go through it again
Seidelbaum ignores it, counting up another stack.
Okay… This check now, this one goes
Montana Realty Company.
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
160 CONTINUED – 2 160
How come you don’t know Benny
161 INT. SEIDELBAUM’S WAREHOUSE OFFICE – DAY 161
They’re drinking another round of coffee, exhausted, smoke
filling the room. The table now resembles a Mount Everest
of green and they’re still counting. The money, like
discarded food, is spread all over the place — in boxes,
brown paper bags, on the couch. They stretch, rub their
We’re up to what?
Seven checks. A million three hundred
twenty-five and six hundred twenty-three (Xl
…plus eighteen cents.
Hey we’re almost finished. Another
200 thousand and we can take a leak.
Yeah but this’11 do fine.
Fulls a pistol from his ankle and rises.
You’re under federal arrest, Montana,
for a continuing criminal conspiracy.
The Rico Statute. Get ’em up.
Oh shit.. -You’re not kidding hunh? (Xl
Eyes darting. Considering the options. The little fat (X)
man’s eyes are suddenly agile and mean-.-Tony reads them,
lifts his arms.
(to Luis) (Xl
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161 CONTINUED 161
Luis moves around Tony to disarm him.
So how do I know you guys are cops?
Luis, produces a wallet with identification, shoves it
under Tony’s nose.
What’s that say, asshole?
Insert: Photograph and Drug Enforcement Agency ID.
Hey that’s good work, where can I get
one of those?
Cabron! You call yourself Cuban?
You make a real Cuban throw up.
Looie! Cool it.
Call your dog off, Seidelbaum. I
wanna call my lawyer.
Lotta good he’s gonna do you
Montana. There’s an eye there in
Say hi, honey….
162 IN’P. SEIDELBAUM’S WAREHOUSE OFFICE – DAY – REVERSE ANGLE ON
Blurry image of the men in the room. Tony is not that
clear an image as he glances briefly, uninterested, into
Yeah, is that what you jerk off in
front of Seidelbaum?
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
Oh shit and I was supposed to meet
this chick at three. What a pain in
Okay, Danny, turn it off.
The angle goes black.
163 BACK TO SCENE 163
All right, Montana, you have the
right to remain silent. Anything
you say can be taken against you.
You have the….
(cuts him off)
I know all that shit, Seidelbaum,
save your breath. It ain’t gonna
stick. You know it, I know it. I ‘.m
here changing dollar bills is all.
So you wanna waste everybody’s time
here, I call my lawyer. Best lawyer
in Miami. He’s so good tomorrow
morning you’re gonna be working in
As they handcuff him….
164 INT. TONY’S BATHROOM – DAY 164
“Drug King Posts Record $5 Million Bond” — a front page
of Tony, Elvira, and Sheffield, the lawyer.
165 XNT. TONY’S BATHROOM – DAY 165
Tony, tense, checks himself in the mirror, adjusts 3s
hair. A vial of coke appears. He snorts a large amount,
goes out. It’s the first time we sense he might be using
the stuff on a steady and increasingly heavy basis.
2nd Rev. 11/22/82
166 INT. LAWYER’S OFFICE – NIGEXT 166
Tony is pacing nervously. Manny looks on. Red-headed
Sheffield rasps through a cloud of cigarette smoke behind
. ..you give me a check for a hundred
grand plus three hundred in cash and
I guarantee you walk on the conspiracy
charge. But they’re gonna come back
at us on a tax evasion — and they’ll
What am I looking at?
Five years, you’ll be out in three,
maybe less if I can make a deal.
Three years in the can!
For washing money? This whole
country’s built out of washed money!
166 CONTINUED 16r
Hey, Tony, what’s three years? ltvs
not like Cuba here. It’s like going
to a hotel.
Tony shakes his head, grimacing like he’s having an
I’ll delay the trial. A year and a
half, two years, you won’t start
doing time till ’85.
they never get me back in a
cage.. -never! HeyI George I go
another four hundred grand — I go
800,000 dollars, okay? With that
you can fix the Supreme Court, hunh?
Tony.. .the law has to prove ‘beyond
a reasonable doubt.’ I’m an expert
at raising that doubt but when you
got a million three undeclared
dollars staring into a videotape
camera, honeybaby, it’s hard to
convince a jury you found it in a
Tony paces back and forth like a tiger, corking his fury.
Abruptly coming to a decision, he whirls and leans across
All right-.-all right. I do the
three fuckin’ years but lemme tell
you about my law, George. It’s real
simple. There’s no ‘reasonable
doubt.’ If you’re rain-making the
judge or you fuck me for the four
hundred grand and I come in guilty
on the big rap — you, the judge,
the prosecutor, nothing’s gonna stop
I’m gonna come and tear
your fuckin’ eyeballs out.
The point is made. Now where’s the
Tony nods to Manny who hauls a briefcase up on Sheffield’s
desk. Tony abruptly walks out, a vial appearing in his
hands as he steps out of the office. He sniffs. .
EXT. SOSA VILLA – BOLIVIA – DAY
Camera follows Tony with Ernie and Chi-Chi dowr’the outside
gallery onto the veranda where Sosa is reclining with
several other men — all in casual clothes, enjoying their
coffee after lunch.
They hug like they were the closest of friends.
I’m glad you made it on such short
notice. I appreciate it. How`s
She’s okay. How’s your wife?
Three more months.
And you, when are you going to have
another Tony to take your place.
I’m working on it.
I guess you’ll have to work harder,
They laugh, nervously. Sosa is a little more reserved with
him than before — in tune.with the other men at the
Tony, come, I want you to meet some
friends of mine.
He smoothly guides Tony towards the group of men who rise.
is Pedro Quinn, chairman of
Andes Sugar here…Tony Montana.
167 CONTINUED 167
A pleasure, Mr. Montana.
Camera tracking through ad-lib introductions, the music
assuming a faint martial stride.
General Eduardo Strasser, Commander
of the First Army Corps…Tony Montana.
The man is in civilian clothes.
Ariel Bleyer, from the Ministry of
the Interior…Tony Montana.
The cameras moving past Sosa’s black aide, the Skull (who
nailed Omar) silent behind his sunglasses, to an American-
type in a Brook6 Brothers suit who stands.
. . * Charles Goodson — a friend of ours
How do you do, Mr. Montana….
He smells like a government guy. Sosa summons the black
aide — in a hushed voice.
Nicky, have Albert0 meet us in the
The black aide goes.
Tony, come, please sit here.
Tony is shown a chair in the middle of the veranda,
surrounded on all sides. There is a strained beat to the
proceedings. Ernie and Chi-Chi hang around the edges.
He suddenly catches a glimpse of the sloe-eyed Gabriella
moving with another woman past a window of the house. Then
Sosa pulls up a chair right opposite Tony, almost touching
Tony, I want to discuss something
that concerns all of us here….
167 CONTINUED – 2 16
Tony, you have a problem; we have a
problem… I think we can solve both
We all know you have tax troubles in
your country — and you may have to
do a little time. But we have some
friends in Washington who tell us
these troubles can be taken care of
…maybe you’ll have to pay a big
fine and some back interest, but
there’s no time….
Pause. Tony looks. The American guy, Goodson, shifts his
your problem, Alex?
Sosa looks around, stands up.
Come I I’ll show you.
Tony cautiously stands to follow him.
168 INSERT – INT. SOSA VILLA LIVING ROOM – DAY – VIDEOTAPE – 168
A “Phil Donahue-type” setting. A segment now in progress
with the “Donahue-type” interviewing Dr. Orlando Gutierrez. (Xl
Gutierrez is a young charismatic man, very well dressed and
polished in a South American manner who exudes a sense of
than 10,OOO’of our people are
being tortured and held without trial.
In the past two years, another 6,000
have simply disappeared. And your
government — what does it do? It
sells my government tanks, planes,
guns, but not a word — not-a whisper
— about human rights!
168 CONTINUED 16l
I’ve heard whispers, Doctor Gutierrez,
about the financial support your govern-
ment receives from the drug industry in
The irony, of course, is that this
money — which is in the billions,
J i m – – is coming from your country.
You are the major purchaser of our
national product — which of course
So what you’re saying Doctor Gutierrez
is the United States Government is
spending millions of dollars to
eliminate the flow of drugs into our
streets and at the same time is
– – –
doing business with the very same
government that floods those’ streets
with cocaine.. -that’s a bit like
robbing Peter to pay Paul, isn’t it?
Let me show you some of the other
characters in the comedy, Jim…my
organization just recently traced a
purchase by this man —
Gutierrez holds up a photograph — insert the face on the TV
screen, dour, ruthless.
. . . here he is, the charming face
belongs to General Cucombre, the
Defense Minister of my country. Two
months ago he bought a twelve million
dollar villa on-Lake Lucerne in
Now if he’s supposed
to be the Bolivian Defense Minister,
what’s he doing living in Switzerland?
Guarding the cash register?
169 TONY 169.
watching, touching his nose blowing it, hyped from
the coke usage.
.I.a Communist — financed by Moscow.
170 GUTIERREZ 170
holds up another photograph — insert the face on the
…this is Alejandro Sosa. Inter-
esting character. A wealthy landowner.
Educated in England. Gocd family.
The business brain and drug overlord
of an empire stretching across the
Andes. Not your ordinary drug dealer….
What are you suggesting we do about
The United States Government has.to
stop supporting these facist gang-
sters that are running my country,
that is what your country has to
- You have to set a strong example
by calling for the observation of
fundamental human rights.
171 TONY 171
staring intently at him, reluctantly impressed.
You Americans have no idea how
important your country is as a
symbol and a bastion of those
rights. You have no….
Sosa flips off the television. The lights come on. He’s
alone with Tony.
…he’s scheduled next for 60 Minutes.
He’s going on French, British, Italian,
Japanese television. People everywhere
are starting to listen to him. He’s
embarrassing, Tony…That*s our problem.
Sosa looks up.
171 CONTINUED 171
The Shadow (seen before at the disposal of Omar) comes into
the room, thin and quiet, his venomous eyes flicking over
Tony. The Skull leads him in.
You’ve met Albert0 before?…
Sure. How could I forget?
Alberto, you know Tony Montana — my
partner from Florida.
Albert0 nods icily, remains standing adjacent.
So you see Albert0 here is going to
help fix our problem. Alberto, you
know, is an expert in the disposal
business — but he doesn’t know his
way around the States too well, he
doesn’t speak English, and he needs
a little help…
Is that a problem, Tony?
Tony looks around the faces, then:
That’s no problem, Alex….
Alex nods, pleased.
Hold on Tony. He blows his nose again.
INT. THE RESTAURANT – MIAMI –
172 LAUNDRY NIGHT . 175
A millionaire’s place, like “The Forge” on Arthur Godfrey
Tony, Elvira, and Manny are shown to their table by the
Tony, a little loaded, intersects a group of people at
another table and stops, putting his hand on a heavyset
Hey, Vie, I watch your show everyday.
Vie — who we saw before editorializing on television.–
cranes his leonine white head of hair around with a
patrician annoyance reserved for bores in restaurants.
Oh, is that so?
Yeah. Hey, you know that two hundred
kilo DEA bust you was congratulating
the cops for on the toob the other night?
Aren’t you.. .Tony Montana?
who comes to
Yeah, that’s me.
The half-dozen rich people in the dinner party are
(waves to them)
Hi folks, don’t get up. Anyway, Vie,
check it out. I heard like it was
220 kilos went down. That means
twenty is missing, right? Ask your
friends, the cops, about that — and
keep up the good work, Vie, but
don’t believe everything you hear,
y’know what I mean? Okay, have a
good dinner, nice to meet you people.
Waves farewell to them, pats Vie once more on the shoulder,
and leaves them murmuring.
Hey, Tony, that’s not cool, he’s got a
lotta friends in….
I don’t give a fuck. He’s an ass-
hole! Never fucking tells the truth
That’s the trouble in this
country. Nobody fucking tells the
Not caring if he’s overheard, Tony seems to be in the grip
of an anguish he does not understand.
173 TONY 17:
sits with Manny and Elvira, who is dipping into a vial of
coke in the purse in her lap. Another huge meal is being
consumed, the best roast beef, bottles of red and white
so what’s the big mystery, what
. 1 .
happened down there with Sosa?
Lot of bullshit, that’s what. Politics.
The whole world’s turning into politics.
He pulls out his own vial under the table between eating
The one thing we always stayed out of
was politics, Tony.
Yeah, so what do you think Emilio
Rebenga was? Politics or what?
No free rides in this world, kid.
So who’s this guy you brought back
with you, the guy who don’t blink?
You stay out of it. Run things down
here. 1’11 be up in New York next week.
He takes a hit, unnoticed.
I don’t like it.
You don’t like it! It was you got
me into this mess in the first place
with that fuckin’ Seidelbaum!
What’s Seidelbaum got to do with this?
Tony sighs, turning his attention to Elvira. He surveys the
table with the bored satiety of a Roman Emperor, points to
Elvira’s untouched plate.
Why don’t you eat your food, what’s
wrong with it?
173 CONTINUED – 2 17:
I’m not hungry.
She quickly does one nostril with a quick, practiced move-
ment of her hand.
So what’d you order it for?
I lost my appetite.
She does the other nostril. Tony looking at her. One beat.
Two beats. He passes a silent burp.
shift the mood)
So what about the trial? I heard
Sheffield thinks he can get a new
Tony, bleary-eyed now and drunk, continues to look at Elvira,
then away, encompassing the restaurant.
(ignoring the question)
Is this it? Is that what it’s all about,
Manny? Eating, drinking, snorting, fucking?
Then what? You’re fifty and you got a bag
for a belly and tits with hair on ’em and
your liver’s got spots and you’re looking
like these rich fuckin’ mummies in here?
Is that what it’s all about?
It’s not so bad Tony, could be worse….
. . I is that what I worked ‘for? With
these hands? Is that what I killed
for? For this?
(turns his gaze
stonily on Elvira)
A junkie??? I gotta fucking junkie for
a wife? Who never eats nothing, who
wakes up with a quaalude, who sleeps
all day with black shades on, who won’t
fuck me ’cause she’s in a coma!
Tony, you’re drunk.
CONTINUED – 3
…is this how it ends? And I
thought I was a winner? Fuck it
man, I can’t even have a fucking kid
with her, her womb’s so polluted, I
can’t even have a fucking little
Elvira reacts — wanting to kill. She gets up and dumps
her plate filled with food on him. Slop drips all over him.
You sonufabitch! You fuck!
They got a black tie audience now. The waiter tipping
around to clean up the mess. Tony slowly wiping the food
How dare you talk to me like that!
You call yourself a man! What makes
you so much better than me, what do
you do? Deal drugs? Kill people?
Oh that’s just wonderful Tony — a
real contribution to human history.
You want a kid. What kind of father
do you think you’d make, Tony? What
kind of stories are you going to
tell the kid before he goes to sleep
at night? You going to drive him to
school in the mornings, Tony? You
really think you’re still going to
be alive by the time he goes to
school, Tony? You’re dreaming, Tony,
The audience is hushed, involved, the camera moving over
the faces of Vie and his rich friends.
Tony acidly quiet, looks around at the people, back to her.
Sit down before I kill you.
* . . You think of yourself as a husband,
too, Tony. But did you ever stay
home without having six of your goons
around all the time? I have Nick the
Pig as a friend? What kind of life
is that Tony? What kind of life is
173 CONTINUED – 4 173
(in a softer
Oh Tony don’t you see? Don’t you
see what we’ve become? We’re losers,
honey, we’re not winners, we’re
Silence. Tony’s fury has passed. So has Elvira’s. There’s
this awkwardness all of a sudden like two actors who forgot
Go on, get a cab home, you’re stoned.
I’m not stoned Tony. You’re
stoned. You’re so stoned you don’t
even know it.
All right I’m stoned. Manny.
to put his arm
Come on, baby.
No, no you stay right there Manny,
I’m not going home with you…I’m
not going home with anybody. I’m
going home alone…
(staring at Tony)
I’m leaving you. I don’t need this
Pause. She starts wobbling out. Past the silent
spectators, their eyes moving between her and Tony.
Manny rises to follow.
Let her go! ..Another guaalude and
she’ll lpve me again.
Stumbling once, Elvira disappears out the door.
eyes follow her. Pause.
173 CONTINUED – 5 173
The whole room is watching him sitting there covered with
food, the silence cathedral. He stands, wiping at the food
and throwing several hundred dollar bills on the table,
then looks up angrily at the staring millionaires.
You’re all assholes. You know why?
‘Cause none of you got the guts to be
what you want to be.
He wobbles against the table. Manny tries to help. Tony
shakes him loose.
You need people like me so you can
point your fingers and say ‘hey
there’s the bad guy!’ So what does
that make you? Good guys? Don’t
kid yourselves. You’re no better’n
- You just know how to hide —
and how to lie. Me I don’t have
that problem. I always tell the
truth — even when I lie.
He starts out, staggers.
So say good night to the bad guy…
You’re never gonna see a bad guy
like me again.
He walks out, proud, Manny bringing up the rear. The room
is empty for a beat — an extended beat, the stage without
its star — and then the audience begins to buzz with horror
174 EXT. GUITERREZ’ STREET – NEW YORK – NIGHT f-74
A quiet East Eighties street. Two rich-looking male lovers
stroll past with their dog. A moment of silence. Tony
moves into frame.
Behind him, the Shadow (Alberto) moves towards a sedan
parked along the curb, carrying an airline bag. Be slips
under the car.
135 ERNIE 17:
down the street at the intersection of the avenue, surveying
traffic, signals okay.
176 CHI-CHI 176
–d– waits in Tony’s sedan double-parked down the block.
Tony, feeling everything’s okay, does .a nervous, quick
snort, paces next to the vehicle the Shadow disappeared
Ground level — the Shadow, using a pen flashlight, removes
the bomb from the bag. With subtly inexorable music, the
camera frames and moves on the bomb — wired, soldered,
taped — a malignant centipede in the long agile fingers of
the Shadow, who delicately presses a tester. A glass
button on the bomb now flashes red at soothing intervals as
the Shadow winds a roll of black tape from the bomb to an
axle of the car.
A cop car comes cruising off the avenue up the street,
Ground level — the Shadow continues to wind his black tape
trying to secure the bomb as tight as possible.
Tony hurries to the car, bends down.
Psst! La Jara! Apaga.
The Shadow douses it and freezes in position.
Tony looks up just as the cop car pulls alongside, the
passenger cop, a female, noticing him, saying something to
her partner who eases the car to a halt.
Tony hurries out into the street, taking the initiative.
Hey officer, uh you haven’t seen a
little dog have you, a little white
poodle, it’s around here somewhere?
Jesus my kid’s gonna go crazy when
he hears I lost ‘im. Oh boy am I
gonna be in trouble.
Why don’t you check the ASPCA okay?
They handle that stuff….
The ASPCA? What’s that?.. Jesus,
that’s not the place where they chop
these dogs up is it?
(in a hurry)
Look it up in the Yellow Pages okay,
(signal to her partner,
they drive off)
Tony looks at them go, takes another snort, walks over to
the car, bangs on the hood several times.
Hey smiley, come on outta there,
you’re under arrest!
178 CONTINUED 17E
Pause. The Shadow, unsmiling, appears from under the car.
gun drawn, glowing with perspiration. When he realizes it’s
a joke, his eyes blaze at Tony.
What the fuck you doing!
Hey that was close, hunh?
179 EXT. GUITERREZ’ STREET – NEW YORK – DAY – EARLY NEXT MORNING 175
Ernie, Chi-Chi, and the Shadow huddle cold and uncomfortable
in the sedan, waiting — eating pizzas and drinking beers.
The morning has come down ice cold.
180 INT. PHONE BOOTH – NEW YORK – DAY 18(
At the phone booth up corner, Tony —
the unshaven, bleary-
eyed — is rapping on the phone.
. . . Yeah, _ yeah…nah, nah…you tell (X
Sheffield keep his nose out of it,
there’s not gonna be no trial, I got
everything under control, yeah…Have
you heard from Elvira?
He waits, hangs up, snorts some more, impatient. He picks (X
up the phone again, starts dialing.
181 INT. TONY’S NEW YORK SEDAN – DAY 18:
In the sedan, the peers
Shadow over, angry, at Tony.
What the fuck’s he doing now! That
182 INT. PHONE BOOTH – NEW YORK r DAY 18;
In the booth, Tony, snorting another nostril, moves back
and forth as the phone rings at the other end. Finally she
182 CONTINUED 182
ELVIRA’S VOICE (Xl
Hello baby, how’s Baltimore?..hey (Xl
look Elvie, I been thinkin’ ’bout us,
you know and….
The phone goes dead. Furious he slams it back down, stalks (Xl
back out to the sidewalk.
183 OMITTED 183
184 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 184
He gets in the driver’6 seat. The Shadow’s next to him
with the radio transmitter, Chi-Chi, in the back. Tony, (Xl
seemingly unaffected by the weather, reaches for an open
pint of ice cream, starts eating it with a plastic spoon.
He alternates ice cream with coke through the scene;the
dashboard of the car cluttered with cartons of half-eaten
The Shadow, disgusted with all this mess, restrains himself,
staring out at the street with a hate-filled expression,
Everything okay Tony?
Yeah roses. Where is this fuckin’
I don’t got all day to piss
Probably fucking his wife.
Jeezus it’s cold.
185 THEIR POINT OF VIEW THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 185
The door of the brownstone. No movement. Though now
there’s increasing traffic on the street and passing
. . . we oughta shoot him when he comes
out the door, save a lotta bullshit.
186 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 1BE
What’s so important about this guy
anyway? What’s he a Communist? (Xl
Nah he’s no Communist. He’s a kinda (Xl
symbol, that’s what he is.
What the fuck’s that mean — symbol?
It’s like when you die, your life
meant something to somebody, y’know?
It wasn’t like you just lived it for
yourself, but you did something for
the rest of the human race too….
Tony snorts another line — seen through the rearview
(nods his head
Me, I wanna die fast. With my name
written in lights all over the sky.
Tony Montana. He died doin’ it.
Whatcha talking ’bout Tony, you
ain’t gonna die.
…So I’ll end up in a coffin. So
what? The cockroach fires the bullet’s
gonna end up in a coffin just like me.
But I lived better when I was here.
And that’s what counts.
Ernie, what time?
186 CONTINUED – 2 18f
I gotta call Manny.
He starts out the door. The Shadow barks out something in
Hey, you don’t tell me what to do,
Tony, he’s coming!
187 EXT. MATOS’ STREET – DAY 18
Tony looks around, sees:
Matos coming out the door, briefcase in hand.
Tony gets back in the car.
188 THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 16
Matos gets into his sedan a quarter block down from his
189 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 1E
The Shadow, most excited of all, like a panther that just
spotted his prey, eyes alive for the first time.
190 THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 1s
Matos sits there warming up his car, looking back at the
191 XNT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY
…The UN — right in front of it.
In the daylight. That’s the way
they want it.
Tony breaks open a fresh vial.
Hey okay I don’t give a shit where,
okay, you can blow him up when you
like okay, just tell me okay — when
The chatter comes out jagged, irritating the Shadow who
doesn’t understand Tony’s English anyway.
What’s he saying! You tell him stay
inside thirty metres of the ca,r okay
— no more you just stay inside
Hey okay I heard you the the first
time. One time okay. Just tell me
I tell you thirty metres okay! You
understand, madre de dios, why this
hop-head is driving!
Okay, okay, cool it willya all right.
THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY
Mates pulls his car out parking space.
Tony puts his car in gear, prepares to pull out when:
192 CONTINUED 19
Matos stops his car, backs up — in the direction of his
What the —
Matos comes to a halt, double-parked, honks.
193 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 19
What’s he doing? Where’s he going?
194 MATOS’ BROWNSTONE – SIDEWALK – DAY 19
The wife opens the door, steps out — followed, moments
later, by two schoolchildren, books in hand. Matos waves
to them to come along.
195 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY is.
Tony looks astonished, back at Chi-Chi.
What the fuck! You said the wife
took `em in the other car.
She did boss. She did it every
fuck= day, I swear!
196 THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 19r
The two children are now climbing in the back of Matos’
sedan, the wife getting into the pasenger seat. They drive
197 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 19:
Tow, upset now, goes to his vial, snorts, turns sharply to
Hey Chico, no fuckin’ way! No wife,
no kids! We hit this fuckin’ guy we
hit him alone okay.
No! Mr. Sosa says we do it now.
We do it. Co
He has the strength of a born psychopath, brooking no other
reality but his own. He stares a hole through Tony who
gives way to his intensity, going into a slow angry burn at
himself, putting the sedan in gear and going after Matos,
muttering to himself.
…aw fuck this, this fuckin’
Chi-Chi, in the back, looks on worried. (X
198 NEW YORK STREETS – DAY – FOLLOWING MATOS’ SEDAN 191
through Manahattan, towards the UN.
The Shadow making the final adjustments on his decoder. He
now sticks a key in it. A red light pulses at intervals.
Tony, driving, glances, the tension building in him, he
does another giant snort.
Matos’ sedan, swerving out into traffic to pass a car, has
a near collision with an insane bus driver and has to brake
suddenly, angling into a deep pothole, shaking the car and
honking angrily after the bus.
The Shadow goes nuts, peering over the dashboard to see if
the bomb came loose.
Madre de dios, my bomb! — don’t you
fuckin’ fall, my little baby!
Perspiration starting to break out on his forehead.
Tony also feels the sweat coming on.
…this is fuckin’ crazy, man, this
is sloppy doing it this way, you
don’t do it like this….
He hcinks furiously at a cab that tries to cut him off.
199 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 199
Tony, intense at the wheel, sneezing, his nose running.
You’re losing them! There! That
street, they go that street!
I see ‘im! I see `im!
Thirty metres! Thirty metres! Go!
Shut the fuck up!
Honking like a madman and accelerating past a truck….
…what am I doing? What the fuck
am I doing here?…
200 THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 20(
sedan pulling off at 47th and Second Avenue heading
for the United Nations building which now appears at the
end of the street.
201 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 20:
Okay, now…now. Right here.
. fuck you, you fuckin’ vulture….
The Shadow in stark profile.
finger depresses the first key of the decoder.
UNDER MATOS’ CAR – DAY
The bomb — pulsing red light.
THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY
The Gutierrez sedan pulls off the sidestreet into the thick (Xl
of First Avenue traffic — approaching the striking facade
of the United Nations.
204 INT. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 204
The Shadow is in a full sweat.
…okay, okay, nice ‘n’ easy…at the
corner… when he pulls up at the corner.
His finger hovering around the second key of the decoder.
Chi-Chi in the back, leaning forward across the seat.
Two kids in the car, Jesus Christ!
205 UNDER GUTIERREZ’ CAR – DAY 20!
The bomb — jarred by -a bump, pulsing red light.
206 THROUGH TONY’S WINDSHIELD – DAY 201
Gutierrez’ sedan inches its way out of the traffic and (X
eases along the curb.
207 INT.. TONY’S SEDAN – DAY 20′
Tony honking his way through traffic after them, building
to a climax with himself.
…bunch of fuckin’ vultures. You
don’t have the guts to look ‘im in
the eye when you kill him, you gotta
hide, you fuckin’ vulture.
He’s gonna get out! Hurry UP, hurry
the fuck up!
#02154 149 *
. * . makes you feel good, hunh?
Killing the wife and the kids. Big
man. Well fuck you! What do you
think I am? You think I’d kill two
kids and a woman. Well fuck that!
I don’t need that shit in my life.
His face twisted in agony, he reaches down and snaps his
Baretta free from his ankle holster. He swings it around
sharply, levelling it on the Shadow.
The Shadow glances over at Tony, astonished. Tony pumps
two shots point-blank into him, blowing his face off and
smashing him against the door of the moving sedan, blood
and brains splattering the windows and the seat covers.
Oh Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!
Tony swerving the sedan back across the Avenue, the traffic
around them honking and moving along at its normal pace as
the Shadow’s body slumps down out of sight, another Monday
morning traffic accident with blood and brains splattered
up against a passenger window and nobody really sees…
except a six-year-old girl in an adjacent vehicle; she
wonders momentarily, then dismisses it.
…so what’d you think I was, hunh?
A fucking worm like you! I told you
don’t fuck with me! I told you no
kids! You shoulda listened to me you
208 OMITTED 2c
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209 EXT. JFK AIRPORT – THAT NIGHT
210 INT. JFK AI RPORT
Chi-Chi waiting in a busy lounge covering Tony on the phone;
Tony’s still wearing the same clothes with patches of blood
Ernie? Where the fuck you been?
I had a delivery. Tow, everything
go okay, whatsa —
Puck no? Where the hell’s Manny? I
been calling all over.
I don’t know, Tony. He’s been gone
last couple of days. Didn’t say
What! Where! I left that sunufabitch
in charge! What the hell is going
on here, can’t 1 trust anybody
I don’t know, Tony, he just took
off, y’know, he didn’t say nothing…
you all right?
No, I’m not all right. I’m pissed
off! And when I ‘get there I’m gonna
kick some ass all over the fuckin’
When you coming back, Tony?
Where the hell is that cocksucker?
I can’t trust nobody no more. You
think just ’cause I’m a nice guy….
Uh, Tony, your mama called. Gina’s ,
gone. She got to see you right .away.
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Gina’s gone? Where! Oh fuck!..Tell
her 1’11 be there tonight. Okay?
(about to hang
uh — how ’bout Elvie — did she call?
Yeah, okay, okay…listen if she
calls, tell her I love her, okay?
Yeah, okay Tony.
Tony hangs up. A moment of despair. Then he snorts
another spoon and snaps back.
211 EXT. AIRPORT – NIGHT 211
Plane taking off.
212 EXT. TONY’S MANSION – THAT NIGHT 212
Tony drives up in a white Corniche (the red Jaguar having
been shot to shreds earlier in Lopez’s attempt on Tony’s
life) with Chi-Chi, jumps out in the same bloodstained
clothes, rushes in.
213 INT. TONY’S MANSION – NIGHT 213
Ernie meets them at the door.
Hear from Manny?
No Tony. Your mama called again.
She gotta see you. And Sosa’s been
ringing every half-hour on the eleven
line. Tony, he sounds pissed, he….
213 CONTINUED 213
Yeah, yeah, yeah…Chi-Chi, get him
on the line. In the office.
What about Elvie — anything?
Ernie shakes his head.
You keep trying Manny. I need that
cocksucker, you hear, I need him here!
Tony stalks off, towards his office.
214 INT. TONY’S OFFICE
Amid his computer space games and half-dozen televisions
and stereos, Tony picks up the ringing phone.
Yeah? Hi. Mami.
Her voice on the phone sounds
The other phone is ringing.
hysterical and angry. Not really listening, Tony breaks
open a new vial, pours the entire vial of coke out across
the desk into a thick quarter-moon pattern. He snorts.
Chi-Chi signals he’s got Sosa on the other line.
(into the phone)
Yeah, all right. I hear you. No
I’ll be there!
snorts, then pushes the button Chi-Chi indicates.
He hangs up,
The telephone should be the latest in gimmickry.
* . . so whaddaya say Alex?
Pause. The voice at the other end is very controlled, very
So what happened Tony?
Oh we had some problems.
How’d you hear?
‘Cause our friend gave a speech today
at the UN. He wasn’t supposed to
give that speech.
Yeah, well, your guy Albert0 was a
piece of shit, he didn’t do what I
said so I cancelled his fuckin’
Pause at the other end.
e . . M-y partners and I are pissed off.
Hey Alex, no big deal. There’ 8
plenty other ‘Albertos’. so I’ll
deliver the goods next month.
No! We can’t do that. They found
Fiat was under the car, Tony. And
our friend’s got security now UP the
ass. And the heat’s coming down hard
onme and my partners.
gonna be a next time. You blew it,
you fuckin’ dumb cocksucker!
Hey, you don’t talk to me like that!
Who do you —
SQSA’ S VOICE
I told you a long time you little
fuckin’ monkey, not to fuck me and….
Tony holding the mouthpiece away from his ear and talking
at it like it was a face.
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214 coNTINuED 214
Who the fuck you think you’re
talkin’ to, hunh! Whatta you think
I am? Your fuckin’ slave! You don’t
tell me what to do, Sosa. You ‘ re
shit! You want a war, you got it?
Slams the phone down.
The fucking nerve of that guy!
In the cavernous silence of the he listlessly turns (X)
to another line of coke.
CUT TO (Xl
215 EXT. MIAMI STREETS – NIGHT 215
Tony in the backseat in his white Corniche staring straight
ahead. Ernie driving, Chi-Chi with him.
216 EXT. MOTHER’S HOUSE – SOUTHWEST MIAMI – NIGHT 216
The bulletproof white Corniche pulls up, Ernie and Chi-Chi
getting out first, checking the street, Tony following
You try Manny again. Gimme five
He hurries towards the house.
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217 INT. MOTHER’S HOUSE – NIGHT 21:
Mama is angry and ravaged with worry, made weaker than
previously, as if overhelmed by events.
. she got a place of her own, she
don’t tell me where. One day I
follow her in a taxi. She goes into
this fancy house in Coconut Grove.
The Grove? Where’d she get that
You ! You were giving her the money,
what do you think — don’t you see
what you do to her, don’t you….
I never gave her that kinda money. (XJ
Yes, you did! One time one. thousand. (Xl
dollars you gave her!…
Mama, was there a guy with hex?
I don’t know, there was this other car
in the driveway. I know if I went in
there, she’d kill me, she’s like you,
Tony’s face filling with the old wrath, he grips his mother
by the shoulders.
Where’s this house, tell me!
Four hundred something.
Four hundred nine. You
gotta talk to her Tony, she don’t
She says to
listen to me anymore.
me ‘Shut up! Mind your own business.’
Exactly like you do to me. Ever
since you come back, she’s been
He turns to leave but she clings to his arm.
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Don’t you see what you do to her?
Don’t you see? Why do you have to
hurt everything you touch, why do
loose, turns on her)
No! You know why she left, Mama?
Not ’cause of me. ‘Cause of you
Yeah, it’s you drove her nuts with
your nagging and bitchin’.
Nagging and bitchin’? I only demand
a little respect and dignity in this
house, is that why I am nagging and
…and you did the same thing to
- I wasn’t this, I wasn’t that —
never good enough for you. I never
felt nothing from you, Mama —
. . . because I was putting food on the
table, because I suffered for both
First time I ever needed you, where
were you?. . .
Where was I?
…when I was in that Army jail in
Cuba, rotting my ass off, not once.
I hadda come out into the fuckin’
streets to find out my mother and my
sister are gone from my house, they
left the country not one word, one
letter, that’s right.-
217 CONTINUED – 2 217
( interrupzg )
You ! ..sin verguenza. From the time (X)
you were five, you gave me heartbreak
and humiliation and shame….
That’s right! That’s right. What
did you expect!,.,
.that’s what you brought into this
i&use. If I were to listen to you,
you would convert my house into your
.What do you expect now? To be
You got no love in you, Mama.
What do you think Papi left for? And (Xl
Gina? At least I didn’t walk around
with my head hanging down between my
legs my whole fuckin’ life. Like Papi
— like the way you made Papi feel.
I made something outta my life. I’m
somebody and I’m proud of it.
Somebody? You’re proud? You’re a
nothing. You’re an animal!
Tony storms out of the door as Mama pursues.
God help me, what have I done to you?
You were a beautiful baby. I used to
watch you sleep. So beautiful. How?
How, Dies Santo, did you become such (Xl
a monster, such an ugly little monster….
Tony slams the door, we hold a beat on her face — as
she had finally answered her own questions.
EXT. MOTHER’S HOUSE 218
Tony stomps into his white Corniche, Ernie discreetly
closing the door and getting in with Chi-Chi as Mama rips
open her door in b.g. and stands there staring from the
doorway — weeping and staring across the dark. Tony
takes a strong hit of coke. The car Whistles off.
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219 EXT. HOUSE – COCONUT GROVE – THAT NIGHT 21′
Tony in the backseat of the Corniche with Chi-Chi studies
the house from across the curb. It’s quiet, rich, suburban,
not calling attention to itself.
219 CONTINUED 21
Tony, seething, snorts another line of coke laid out on the
crystal bar dividing the backseat, and rewed, goes.
He approaches the front door, listening, the hand sliding
into his pocket. Inside a wistful Billy Joel song plays
over the stereo. He rings a buzzer, waits.
the pause. The door opens casually. Standing there
is Manny — with a towel around his waist.
Tony stares, stunned.
Gina now comes into view behind Manny — in a bathrobe, a
big smile of welcome for her brother.
Tony with his Baretta pointed at Max-my, his expression
filled with loathing.
Manny smiles easily and shrugs, the gesture drawing Tony
over the edge.
Hey Tony, c’mon we was….
The gun fires.
Tony fires a second time.
Manny slowly slumps downward against the doorjamb, eyes on
Tow, terribly surprised.
Tony holds the gun, staring down, separated from himself.
Manny lies at his feet, dead.
219 CONTINUED – 2
She goes down to her knees, stunned out of her mind, shakes
She looks UP, insanely, at Tony, her eyes huge with
You killed him?
Shaking her head at him incredulously.
We got married just yesterday. We
were gonna surprise you.
Tony stands there, doubly stunned by the news.
Manolo, oh Manolo, what’d he do?..
What’d he do?
She hugs his corpse tightly to her breast and makes
horrible strangled sounds with her throat.
somebody’s seen the
Chi-Chi hurrying up to Tony, worried
shooting. Ernie follows.
come on. We gotta get out of
Come on baby…Gina!
Suddenly she goes berserk.
And shoving Chi-Chi aside, launches herself on Tony,
screaming incoherently like a madwoman, trying to kill
him. She beats him around the head, the chest, scratches
furrows of flesh from his face. He stands there, oblivious,
Chi-Chi and Ernie have a demon on their hands. They manage
. at last to yank her off Tony, kicking and continuing to
220 EXT. NANNY’S HOUSE – NIGHT 22
Lights coming on in the houses around the neighborhood.
Chi-Chi and Ernie, desperate now, drag her forcefully along
the pavement into the Corniche. She continues to scream.
Get the body!
Tony, back at the door, looks down again.
The eyes of Manolo staring sightlessly.
Chi-Chi runs back, grabs Tony.
Pulls him. Tony snaps out of it.
He goes. Chi-Chi lifting Nanny’s body, hauling it.
Tony getting into the Corniche, Ernie pinning Gina against
the front seat. Chi-Chi propping MaMy into the driver’s
seat with him. The car roars away.
The camera closing on Gina as she looks through the glass
partition of the Corniche, .at the slumped head of MaMy in
f.g. I the music surging unexorably.
CUT TO –
MIAMI STREETS – NIGHT
The white Corniche whistles by like a hearse heading for
222 EXT. TONY’S MANSION GROUNDS – THAT NIGHT
It goes roaring by the front gate and up the driveway,
The camera curving to reveal two sedans inching up the
shadowed street, towards us, their lights out. T h e cars
Eight men emerge silently, blending into the shadows.
.__ -. stop.
of the trees.
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223 INT. TONY’S MANSION – NIGHT 22
Tony, scratchesacross his face, strides through the front
door into the marble foyer. Another Marielito is waiting (X
for them at the door.
Ernie and Chi-Chi are almost carrying Gina, who is numb
What do we do with her Tony?
Do what? Where? Put her upstairs.
Put her in my bedroom.
It’ll be all right, pussycat, you’ll
see everything’11 be okay, I’ll take
care of you….
She looks up at him through her stupor and spits in his
face. Chi-Chi and Ernie pull her away — as Tony stares, (Xl
They trundle her up the stairs. Tony
upset but passive.
turns and walks away.
224 INT. TONY’S OFFICE – NIGHT
A haze of coke rises off the
‘Tony slumps on -his couch.
velvet like a snow scene painting on a Christmas card.
Oblivious to the dust, he cuts open a fresh plastic kilo
‘bag of coke and spreads the entire pound out across the
black marble coffee table.
Ernie and Chi-Chi come in. (X)
We got some pills into her, she’s
Tony pays no attention, Ernie and Chi-Chi noticing the pile (Xl
Flashing his silver tooter, Tony snorts a truly giant
amount in a large pendular swing of his elbow across the
length of coffee table.
Pause as he lets it sink in.
Boss, what we gonna do now?
Do? We’re gonna war that’s what we
We go&Z-eat Sosa for
.. breakfast. We’re gonna close that
224 CONTINUED 224
Ernie and Chi-Chi sharing a look.
Hey Tony, why don’t you go easy on
that stuff, hunh?
Tony looks up at him, focuses. The eyes are uncompromising.
Ernie, a little scared of him now, turns away. Chi-Chi (X)
Tony starts on another trek along the coffee table.
225 EXT. TONY’S MANSION GROUNDS – LATER THAT NIGHT 225
The Bengal tiger paces his spot, restless.
A monsoon-like wind blows through the trees on the estate.
The monkeys listen quietly.
The f lamingoes flutter.
. . . Then there’s a burst of loud music from the stereo
speakers on the balcony — a Billy Joel song, something
smooth and easy about the high times and how fast they
see Tony, in long shot, throw open the terrace
. . . and we
doors and stagger out onto the balcony, overlooking his
…On a closer angle, we track him to the edge of the
balustrade. He’s done so much coke now he’s practically
catatonic; staggering and muttering to himself.
. . . Jesus fuckin’ Christ whatsa matter
with me, get a hold of y’self now
these cocksuckers gonna run over you
let ’em try I bury the cocksuckers….
His point of view — panning his estate. The dark emptiness
The wind rustling the treetops. Tony
echoes back at him.
shaking his head at himself, He starts to cry!
…Ooooh fuck Manny, how the fuck
did I do that? How the fuck!..oh
Manny, Manny.. .you were there for
me, you were the one, Manny, you
understood, always understood…
well what the hell happened, hunh?
What the hell happened to us?…
In far b-g. now, behind Tony, on the video monitors
in his office we see:
The main gate and guard shack — a Marielito crosses into (X
view, checks the gate, turns. Suddenly two figures spring
out at him. One of them garrotting the Marielito. He
Another monitor now reveals two more figures moving into
the interior of the guard shack. They knife the other
A third monitor. carries another image of shadows moving
through the trees on the estate.
On the balcony, Tony is oblivious to it all, spent, almost
…I said to you, Manny, I said I
never go crazy and you said, I would
you sonofabitch and you was right…
those were the good days hunh, we
was crazy back in those days, we’d
do anything, you and me, we was on
the way up, nobody nothing coulda
stopped us cause we were the best hunh
— the fucking best….
As Tony turns and starts back through the terrace doors
into his study, the camera glides around to a view of a
hook flying up and catching the balustrade. A shadow
starts climbing up as:
…we still are Manny, we still are
— see, I’m gonna wipe out all them
fuckers out there, I’m gonna run the
market, I’m gonna be King Cocaine
you hear me, you buy you buy from me
— Tony Montana. Covers of all the
magazines. Fan mail. Television
stars, movie stars, shooting stars
— he’s a star….
226 INT. TONY’S MANSION – OFFICE 226
As he crosses into his office, the camera moves to reveal
Gina standing there half-dressed in the doorway, her eyes
blazing with hatred.
Tony sees her.
She steps forward, offering her body almost naked to her
Is this what you want Tony?…
You can’t stand another man touching
- So you want me Tony, is that it?
Well here I am 0-T
She fires the Baretta we now see in her hand.
The bullet grazes Tony in the leg, snapping him from his
catatonia as he goes reeling across the floor behind his
desk. She fires again. Again.
I’m all yours Tony, I’m all yours
Bullets ripping into the desk. She advances, offering
her sex, methodically shooting out the clip at rhythmic
Come and get me Tony. Before it’s
He spins across the run away from the desk, trying to put
distance between them. She sees him scurrying,. turns, an
expression like a demented angel.
Come on Tony, fuck me! Fuck me!
Advancing on him, firing. The furniture tearing up, the chair
spilling, television sets and computer toys shattering, Tony
squirming away, hit again in the thigh, shocked, scrambling
over to the terrace windows. Her next shot shatters the
window and as Tony ducks again to the side, we see outside
onto the terrace behind him:
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A young Columbian punk no more than twenty — one of the
hitters — is crouched there, reacting to the broken window.
He doesn’t hesitate, turning his machine gun on Gina.
Gina is torn to pieces by the firepower — blown across the
room, spine severed and dead before she hits the floor.
Tony sees it, yells something, in the same instant
swivels to knock the barrel of the machine gun aside.
The punk is taken by surprise, not having seen Tony, and
Tony now runs him backwards across the balcony and hurls
him over the balustrade.
The punk lands in one of the shallow pools on the grounds
at the base of the balcony.
Tony, from above, grabs up the punk’s machine gun and
empties the whole clip into the figure thrashing in the
Ernie runs into view on the far side of the pool, spots (X
yells up —
Tony, they’re everywhere!
Ernie suddenly wheels, hit in the face, by a burst of (X
We catch a brief glimpse of Sosa’s black aide, the Skull,
moving quickly along the wall of the house — directly
underneath the balcony on which Tony stands.
Tony, tossing the empty machine gun aside, wildly runs back
into his office to get more guns, crosses to Gina corpse.
It takes him by surprise. He comes to a dead stop, kneels,
looking questioningly in her face.
Hey Gina come on, you still angry at
me? I didn’t mean to kill Manny, I
was.. .I was.
Running his hands along her face, trying to rouse her,
gently lifting her eyelids. Blood’s running out of her
mouth in rivers.
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Come on Gina, get off the floor.
You’re all dirty now, you need a
bath.. .Mami’s gonna be angry baby
— ooh is she gonna be mad at me!..
Come on open your eyes my baby,
open your eyes.. -give me a smile.
There’s been a steady pounding and calling now on the door (X:
of the office. Tony finally hears it, looks up, then over
at the monitors.
One of them reveals Chi-Chi standing there outside the door
Boss ! Hey boss. Open up!
On the monitor we see Chi-Chi suddenly spin and open fire
down into the foyer. Return fire decimates him. A grenade
goes off, blows him up against the door.
He now seems to come out of his catatonia, runs to his
sideboard, hauls out a rocket shoulder-fired rocket
launcher and straps an Uzi across his shoulder. He looks
up at the monitor.
On the monitors, the hitters are now darting across the
foyer and coming up the left and right hand stairs.
Three of them are already huddled outside the door, around
the corpse of Chi-Chi, motioning to-each other, laying a
grenade at the base of the door to blow it out.
Tony loading his rocket, ihtends to beat them to the punch,
talking to himself.
So you wanna play hunh, say hello (XI
to my little friend here.
The rocket tears down the door and blows the Columbian
It sounds like
punks off the landing into the foyer.
Armageddon, one of the hitters screaming, smoke billowing
Tony, at the height of his mad glory, steps out at the apex
of the stairs, firing his machine gun and yelling.
226 c0NT1NuED- 3
Whores! Cowards! You think you (X)
can kill me with lousy bullets hunh?
226 CONTINUED – 3
Another hitter tumbles down the right-hand stair.
Who you think I am? I kill all you
fuckin’ assholes. I take you all to
Another hitter drops, screaming, off the stairs into the
A grenade goes off. Tony is hit again, but keeps on firing
away. Laughing like a madman.
You need an army you hear! An army
to kill me!
Behind him we see the remainder of the pound of cocaine go
up in a burst of wind, whipping around the office in auras
of white. It is a ghostly effect out of which now appears
the face of the Skull moving from the terrace towards _
Tony’s back with a sawed-off shotgun.
Ha ha ha ha ha! You whores, you
scum, I piss in your faces !!!! Ha
ha ha ha ha!!
Skull, now inches from Tony’s back, pulls the trigger
and blows Tony’s spine out his belly.
Tony crashes forward over the bannister into the interior
swimming pool below.
He floats quietly face down in the lit blue waters.
As the titles begin their crawl up, the music theme is
expressive salsa with a dash of gaiety.
The camera moving off Tony to catch the reflection of the
lit sculpture on the surface of the still waters. It says:
“THE WORLD IS YOURS”
And so, for the brief moment, it was.
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Our camera now distancing itself from the body in the pool,
panning past the dream villa, past the shambles and the
wealth, past the hitters pillaging and looting and drawing
that obscene word “Chivato” in blood on the outside walls,
past the stacks of cash blowing across the floor like
leaves in autumn, with the looters running after it across
the busted door with the tropic wind blowing down Coconut
Grove — to the Miami skyline across Biscayne Bay