DOWNTOWN NEW YORK D M -
In TONY'S mostly deserted restaurant, a match lights and takes us from darkness.
CUlSE ON the end of a lighted cigae.tte and then TONY'S lips.
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TONY S.
It's good to see ya, Lad
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CLOSE ON LEON'S glasses, one of his yw, and his hands, whd? - in contrast to
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TONY'S hands don't move at all.
LEON'S eye moves and TONY fidgets with his glass of wine.
Old TONY takes out a photo and slides it across the table.
TONY
. llis time it's for M&. You remember Morizio,
don't you?
LEON shakes his head afrirmatively and grabs his glass of milk.
TONY
Morizio's a big shot so it's golta be done right -
y'know? So this fat-bastard's trying to start-up a
little business and it's making big Morizio a little
nervous; he dasn't necd the heat. Morizio would
.
like to talk to him.. can you arnnge it?
LEON drinks his millr.
Everything is close-up because this is LEON'S world; his cornhation is deep and he's
only interested in che details of the conversation. Nothing from the outside world bothers
LEON.
There's a drop of milk on the comer of LEON'S lip which he wipes clean with his
thumb.
TONY is waiting for the answer.
m N
:..
Yes, I can...
LEON takes the photo from the table; in the picture there's a fat MAN.
The FATMAN in the photo c o r n out of a limo with dark windw.
Thee ace eight BODYGUARDS with him; one stays at the bottom of the elcvatm and the
others fallow the FATMAN upstairs.