1.

A PROLOGUE
crawls up the screen with Narrator.

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 Bandidos.'
The prologue is shredded diagonally by the blade of a
stiletto and in the empty black void we:
CUT TO
Opening Montage - Documentary Footage:
THE DISEMBARKATION
from the harbor in Mariel, Cuba. Vessels of every nature,
waving masses, demonstrations.
THE CROSSING
Sun and storm.
THE LANDING - KEY WEST
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.
THE PROCESSING
Long lines. Immigration and Nationalization Officials,
customs, Public Health, FBI, Church and Relief Organizations.
Babies bawling, arguments over paperwork, refugees being
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interviewed by TV news, people crying, people eating,

families huddled on floors -- chaos.

The music theme continuing in stately calm as we:

CUT TO

1 INT. OFFICE - PROCESSING HALL - AFTERNOON - A FULL CLOSEUP OF 1

TONY MONTANA
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
prison.
Over this:
VOICE #1 (0.G.)
Okay so what do you call yourself?
VOICE #2 (0.S.)
Como se llama?
MONTANA
Tony Montana -- you?

VOICE #1
Where'd you learn to speak the
English, Tony?

MONTANA
My old man -- he was American.
Sailor. Bum. I always know, y'know,
one day I gonna come to America. I
see all the movies --
VOICE #L
So where's your old man now?

MONTANA
He's dead. He died. Somewhere --

VOICE #1
Mother?
TONY
She's dead too.
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VOICE #2
What kind of work you do in Cuba,
Tony?
TONY
This. That. The Army. Some
construction work --
VOICE #2
Un hunh. Got any family in the
States, Tony? Cousins, brother-in-
law?
TONY
(a beat)
NO. Nobody. Everybody's dead.
MAN #I
Y'ever been in jail, Tony?

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 three.
MAN #L
(checking off a list)
You been in a mental hospital, Tony?
TONY
(grinning)
Yeah, in the boat coming over.
MAN #1
How 'bout homosexuality, Tony? You
like men, y'like to dress up like a
woman?

TONY
(to Man #2)
Never tried it. What the fuck's
wrong with this guy, what's he think
I am?

MAN #2
Just answer the questions, Tony.

The voices of the men remain cool and collected throughout.

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TONY
(to Man #l)
Fuck no.
MAN #1
Arrested? Vagrancy? Marijuana?

TONY
NO, NO. 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
shadows.
MAN #3
So where'd you get the beauty scar?
TONY
This?
(scratching the scar,
shrugs)
I was a kid. You should see the
other kid.
(a grim chuckle)

MAN #3
And this?

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.

TONY
Oh, that was for my sweetheart.
MAN #3
Sweetheart?
(to the other men)
We have 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 center?
TONY
Hey, so I was in the can once for
buying dollars. Big deal.

MAN.#3
That's pretty funny, Tony.
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TONY
Some Canadian tourist --
MAN #3
What'd you mug him first? Get him
outta here!
(starts to walk out)

TONY
Hey, 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?

Silence. There's a certain eloquence to the man‘s plea but it

falls on disbelieving ears. One of them chuckles.

MAN #L
Carter should see this human right.
He's good. He’s very good. What do
you say Harry?

MAN #3
(walking out)
I -- 'Freedom Town.' Let them take a
look at him. A long look.

TONY
Hey, that's okay, too, Harry. No
hard feelings.

Man #3 at the door stops, looks back.

TONY
Send me here, send me there. This.
That. Nothing you can do to me
Harry, Castro didn't do -- nothing -
-
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That taunting smile on Tony's lips as, to the music of the

immigration theme, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

2 INT. FEDERAL BUS - HOUR LATER 2

The bus is packed with the harder-looking refugee-types. The

windows are caged and we see INS guards. The noise level is
high, like a sack of monkeys.

Manny (Manolo) Ribera's got his feet up on an empty seat.

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.

MANNY
Seat's taken.

TONY
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,

TONY
So what'd you tell them?

MANNY
I told them what you told me to tell
them. I told them I was in
sanitation in Cuba.

TONY
I didn't tell you sanitation. I told
you to tell them you was in a
sanitarium, not sanitation.

The bus pulling out now.

MANNY
Is that what you told me? You didn't
tell me that.

TONY
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 was cured.
MANNY
Fuck you Tony --
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TONY
You did nothing right. I shoulda
left you in Cuba.

3 EXT. MIAMI FROM BUS - ESTABLISHING SHOT 3

of Miami as, to the music of the Immigration theme, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

4 INT. TONY'S TENT - FREEDOM TOWN - NIGHT - SIX MONTHS LATER 4

A movie projector the face of Bogart, unshaven, paranoid.
We’re watching a badly damaged 16mm 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.
BOGART
Conscience. Conscience. What a
thing. If 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)
CUT TO:

5 INT. TENT - LATER THAT NIGHT 5

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.
TONY
That Bogart, Chico, hunh?

MANNY
Fucking crazy, hunh!
TONY
That gold dust blowing in the wind.
Y'see Manny, he's always looking
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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
his English rolls faster off his tongue, his confidence more
pronounced.

TONY
-- don't trust nobody.
MANNY
Yeah all that gold, hunh -- I guess
you get 60 crazy you never trust
nobody no more.
TONY
Never happen to me, Chico. That's
one thing I never gonna be. I never
gonna be crazy like that.
TONY
Yeah, how do you know --

TONY
I know.
MANNY
I don't know. Sometimes you crazy,
too, Tony.
TONY
Assholes, I go crazy. You Manny, I
never go crazy with you. You're like
my brother, I love you!
MANNY
Yeah, sure.

TONY
Hey, c'mon.
Tony playfully punches Manny and they walk on into humid
night, intersecting a young punk, Chi-Chi.

CHI-CHI
(to Manny; Spanish)
Hey Manny.
MANNY
Oye Chi-Chi, what's going down.
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CHI-CHF
Usual shit. Want some peanuts?
Pago's carrying tonight.

MANNY
I don't know, I get all fucked up on
it.

CHI-CHI
Want some new snatch? A pussycat
name of Yolanda just rolled onto the
Boulevard ---
MANNY
Oh yeah, what she look like?
CHI-CHI
She look like you 'cept she got a
snatch.

MANNY
A real snatch?
CHI-CHI
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 transvestites
is conducted nightly in the harsh glare of barrack neon.

He ambles past a bunch of young guys throwing a Frisbee, past

a "Viva Carter!" proclamation in graffiti --
TRANSVESTITE
(passing)
What about you sugar -- you wanna
party?
TONY
(passing her)
Yeah with whose cock, honey?
CUT TO:

6 EXT. FREEDOM TOWN GROUNDS - NIGHT 6

Tony, five minutes later, in a phone booth, in the middle of

a bank of them, dozens of Marielitos pressing to get in,
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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.
VOICE
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 recognize

somebody in another phone booth and goes over.
Angel Fernandez 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.
TONY
Angel, how ya doin'?
ANGEL
You know how many goddamn
Fernandez's are living in fucking
Union City? And I gotta call every
fucking one of 'em to find my
brother!

TONY
(in passing)
Don't waste your dime, Chico. You
know your brother hates you.

ANGEL
Go fuck yourself, Tony.
Manny catches up to Tony.

TONY
Whatcha hanging around with that
hustler for?
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MANNY
Hey Chi-Chi's okay, he hears things,
TONY
What's he hear I don't hear.

Angel comes over, listens.

MANNY
He hears we got problems.
Immigration is having these
hearings, y'know? And they're saying
nine out of ten of us is gonna get
shipped back!
TONY
Oh yeah?

MANNY
Yeah. And a lotta shit just went
down at Indiantown Gap. In
Pennsylvania. Riots, fires, broken
heads -- things are gonna pop here.
TONY
Shit, I coulda told you that.

MANNY
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.
ANGEL
Oh shit! What's I say. This is
gonna end bad, muchachos.

TONY
Hey, I tell you guys 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 go! --
MANNY
Yeah, well, what if we gotta sit
here another six months, hunh?
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TONY
You worry too much, mi hermano. Like
the man says, 'when you got 'em by
the balls, their hearts and minds
gonna follow' -- hunh?

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 and
Angel.
TONY
(in awful imitation)
'Oh yeah America! Love-to love you
baby, oh yeah!'
CUT TO

7 EXT. PLAYING FIELD - DAY - TWO WEEKS LATER 7

Camera on Tony shuffling and feinting a soccer ball in
impromptu game; he's covered with sweat, tires a fancy
movement around a younger kid who not only steals the ball
away from him but manages to lay him flat on his face.
TONY
(lying there)
Aw fuck --
The game, leaving him behind, shifts downfield.
MANNY
Oye ! Tony! C'mon!

Mamy, just arrived at the edge of the field, waves him off.
Tony, getting up, brushing himself off, walks off the fie
towards him.

ANGEL
(at a distance)
Hey Tony where ya going?

TONY
I got better-things to do.
ANGEL
Chicken liver, hunh?

TONY
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(to Manny)
Yeah?
MANNY
(looking around)
Let's walk.
They walk.

MANNY
You ready for the good news, cone?
TONY
Yeah.

MANNY
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?
TONY
Yeah, whadda we gotta do, go to Cuba
and hit the Beard or what?

Angel is walking towards them. Tony signals him.

MANNY
(shakes his head)
Forget it. Oh yeah -- there's a
hundred greenbacks in it, For both
of us.
TONY
(enthusiastic)
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.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE - THE RIOT - FREEDOM TOWN - DAY
The visuals are swift, dispassionate and documentary-like.
The refugees storm the barbed wire at the main gate, carrying
bricks and wooden slats.
ALL
(in unison)
Libertad! Libertad!
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NATIONAL GUARDSMEN AND STATE POLICE

form ranks outside.
REFUGEES

flee through a hole in the fence.

GUARDS
move on them, wielding clubs.
SEVERAL REFUGEES
are scooting down a highway.

POLICE DOGS
on chains are glimpsed.
REFUGEES
throw stones and debris from the rooftop of a barrack.
REBENGA

a cigarette in his mouth, nervously hurries into a barrack.

ANGEL
tracks him, signals.
INSIDE - REFUGEES
are pulling apart their beds, going for the wooden slats.
Others set fire to their mattresses.

THE POLICE AND GUARDS

are moving through the gates, restoring order. Loudspeakers
blast. Injured refugees lie bleeding on the grounds.
AN ENTIRE BARRACK
now goes up in flames.

INSIDE THE BARRACK

A bewildered Emilio Rebenga grabs his papers and valuables.
Manny runs up on him.
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Rebenga sees him, senses danger, with his satchel,

intersecting other flees down the aisle panicked refugees.
Manny follows.

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.
TONY
Rebenga!
Rebenga snaps to the sound of the voice.

TONY
(Spanish)
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,
uncomprehending eyes encased in broken glasses sinking out of
frame.

17 EXT. FREEDOM TOWN - DAY 17

The riot is over. The grounds are still, smoke and debris the
aftermath.
DISSOLVE TO:

18 INT. PROCESSING ROOM - DAY - A MONTH LATER 18

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.

DISSOLVE TO:

19 EXT. DOWNTOWN MIAMI - SUNNY DAY 19

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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
TODAY!

Past banks of glass (Caribank, Banco de Venezuela,

Amerifirst.)
Insert a car sticker going by with the image of the American
flag and the reminder: "Will the last American leaving Miami
please bring flag?"
Tony and Manny bop along the street in their hand-me-down
clothes, ogling the chicas and the bodegas (in a plush modern
area of Miami). Boats. Buildings. Cars.

TONY
(looking around)
Boy -- can you believe this place,
Chico?
MANNY
(Spanish)
Man, they weren't kidding around.

TONY
(pointing to a little old
man walking towards them)
See that old guy over there?
MANNY
Yeah.
TONY
Millionaire.

MANNY
How do you know?
TONY
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
here.
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MANNY
(almost believing)
Yeah? Hey Tony catch this tomato.
(adjusting his pants)
Ooooh baby doll --
A hot Cuban girl in heels comes down the sidewalk towards
them with a female friend.
TONY
Hey baby what you say?

She looks at him like he was the last thing in the world
she'd say anything to.
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.
MANNY
Hey that's not cool, man. You wanna
score one of these chicks, watch me,
Mira!
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.
TONY
-- the fuck was that?
MANNY
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 in his teeth, then it's gone.
TONY
What the hell's that for -- eating
bugs? That's disgustin'.
MANNY
You think so hunh? Well you don't
know shit 'bout chicks, Chico. When
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
shop window.
MANNY
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(doing it again)
Takes practice, mi sangre, but they
just love it when you flop that
pussy with it --
TONY
Oooh -- cono! How 'bout that one?
Pointing to a tall, cool blonde across the avenue.
MANNY
No problem.

20 EXT. MIAMI SHOPPING STREET - DAY 20

Tony walks right out into the avenue, sticking out his arm
and stopping traffic. Cars honk angrily but he couldn't give
a shit.
TONY
Come on?
Manny follows as Tony now moves across the opposite lane, a
car screeching to a halt in front of him.
TONY
(points)
Okay Robert Redford, 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. He 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.
TONY
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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 los cojones.
MANNY
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
us a job? You or me? Not you man.
You lucky you have any friends. You
lucky to have me as a friend --
As they walk off, back to camera.

TONY
Yeah, so where's this job?
MANNY
Don't push men, my friends gonna
take care of everything.
CUT TO:

21 INT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - LITTLE HAVANA - NIGHT 21

on Southwest 8th Street. "Calle 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 table
is taken. It combines the social functions of a 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 this dungeon
--
-- 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.
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TONY
Your big shot friend better come up
with something soon. I didn't come
to America to break my fucking back,
querido.
MANNY
(equally irritated)
Hey he's coming okay! What do you
want?
CUT TO:

22 INT/EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - NIGHT - HOURS LATER 22

We are looking through a cubby hole 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 Manny,
wiping the sweat off their faces with towels.
MANNY
Look at that chick man, wow! Look at
them knockers.

TONY
Yeah, look at the punk with her.
What's he got that I don't got?
MANNY
He's good-looking that's what, look
at his clothes, flash chico, pizzaz!
A little coke money don't hurt
nobody --
TONY
Junkie! -- They got no fuckin'
character.
(looks at his hands)
Cono! Look at these -- fucking
onions! They outta be picking gold
off the streets.
His hands are shriveled white from dishwater.
COOK
(Spanish)
Hey you two, outside! You got
company.
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MANNY
That's him -- El Mono's here!
TONY
(contemptuous of the name)
El Mono? Shit --

CUT TO:

23 EXT. PARKING LOT OUTSIDE LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - NIGHT 23

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.
MANNY
(leaning in the window)
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.
OMAR
I got something for you.
MANNY
Oh yeah! That's great. What do we
gotta do?

OMAR
We gotta unload a boat -- grass,
twenty-five tons -- that's what we
gotta do. You get five hundred each.
MANNY
Okay!
(to Tony)
See, what'd I tell you.

TONY
You gotta be kidding! Whadda you
think we are -- baggage handlers?
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Omar looks at him somewhat incredulously as Tony wipes his

hands on his greasy apron as he talks.
TONY
-- 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 here.
MANNY
(shocked)
Hey Tony, c'mon, it's okay Omar, we
--

TONY
Shaddup!
Omar sniggers, his eyes shifting to Waldo who shakes his head
and laughs.
OMAR
(to Manny only)
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
bucks?
TONY
(shrugs)
So why didn't you? And who the fuck
you calling a dishwasher, I'll wipe
your monekyshit ass all up and down
this Boulevard.
Steps forward. Manny grabs him.

MANNY
Hey! -- Tony, Tony --
In the car, Omar looks over at Waldo.
OMAR
Guy's a lunatic, let's go.
WALDO
What about them Indians ---
The idea crosses Omar's mind, He buys it, somewhat amused.
OMAR
Yeah --
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(back to i?y)
All right, smart ass, you wanna make
some big bucks? You know anything
about cocaine?

TONY
You kidding.
OMAR
There's a bunch of Columbians.
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.
MANNY
(to Tony)
Hey, that sounds great, Tony.
Tony says nothing.
OMAR
You know how to handle a machine
gun?
MANNY
Sure we was in the Amy together.
OMAR
You're gonna need a couple other
guys --

MANNY
No problem.
OMAR
Meet me at Hector's bodega Friday at
noon. You get the money then.
Something happens to the money,
pobrecito, and my boss' gonna stick
your head up your asses faster'n a
rabbit gets fucked.

Throws the remains of his cigarette at their feet and pulls

the Coupe De Ville out of the lot.
TONY
I'm scared.
MANNY
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(relieved)
Tony you're pushin' your luck.

TONY
(walking away)
You worry too much Manny -- you’re
gonna get yourself a heart attack
one of these days.
(catching)
Yeah, so who are these Columbians?
TONY
So what does it matter?

MANNY
So whatcha have that look on for
when Omar bring it up?
Tony strips off his greasy apron.
TONY
So nothin'. I just don't like
fuckin' Columbians that's what.
They're animals!

COOK
(intersecting, Spanish)
Where you greasers going, hunh, I
got plenty of plates here.
TONY
Wash ‘em yourself. I just retired.
Throws the Cook his apron.

COOK
(Spanish)
What the fuck you gonna do!
TONY
Look after my investments.
CUT TO:

24 EXT. MIAMI BEACH - DAY - MOVING SHOT 24

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 street.
The ramshackle sedan, jammed with Tony and his gang, rattles
past. It's a beaten-up black and blue Monte Carlo, jacked up
 25.

on its springs with dune buggy threads and needing paint.

You'd arrest these guys on sight.

25 INT/EXT. TONY'S CADILLAC - MIAMI BEACH - DAY 25

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 dilapidated backseat are Angel, the
baby-faced punk, and Chi-Chi, both from Freedom Town.
Manw, reflecting the tension, whistles a vapid series of
notes under his breath as he waits for a light to change.
MANNY
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.

CHI-CHI
(looking over)
Whatta you crazy? She's 103 years
old.
MANNY
Not her stupido! Her --
Camera revealing the teenager.

TONY
(the light changing)
Drive, willya.
MANNY
(mocking)
Sure, sure. Not to worry, Tony --
You get a heart attack.
(looking in the rearview
mirror)
Angel, whatcha wearing the face for?
ANGEL
(tense, making 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.
MANNY
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You still going to that cuncha?

ANGEL
She knows her shit. She talks to
Yemaya and Chango like nobody y'ever
heard.
As he talks Angel fingers a Negrita charm hanging around 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
spiritualism.

MANNY
(making fun)
Yeah, Chango looking out for us,
Angel?
ANCEL
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'
--
TONY
(angry)
Hey, shaddup -- all of ya! I told
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
States here.
Silence. Through the windshield, the sign of a motel, THE SUN
RAY is coming closer.
TONY
Okay, this is it. Pull over across
the street.
The motel is coming closer in silence.
TONY
(to Manny)
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Money stays in the trunk till I come

out and get it. Me. Nobody else. If
I'm not out in fifteen minutes,
something's wrong. I’m in Room 9.
You ready, Angelito?

ANGEL
Sure thing.
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 can
be slipped into a man's purse, it's in vogue. Tony getting
out, to Angel:
TONY
Let's go.
CUT TO:

26 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 26

Tony and Angel come slowly, gingerly down an exterior
corridor to a room marked "9". Nodding to Angel who remains
in the stairwell with the Ingram machine pistol, Tony knocks.
Pause.

27 EXT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 27

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 smiles.
TOAD
Hey, oye amigo.
Spreading his arms in such a fashion to indicate he's clean.

28 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 28

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 indicating
he too is not carrying; but this is only symbolic, it's not
meant to be a body search.
TONY
(as he steps in)
How you doing amigo--?
 28.

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.
TONY
(checking out the room)
Mind leaving the door open so my
brothers know everything's okay,
okay?
Toad shrugs and readjusts, leaving it open a few inches, the
conversation clipped and nervous throughout the scene.
TOAD
Sure, no problem. This is Marta.
TONY
Hello, Marta.
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.
TOAD
I'm Hector --
Pause.
TONY
Yeah. I'm Tony. So Omar says you're
okay.
TOAD
Yeah, Omar's okay.
TONY
You know Omar.
TOAD
Omar, yeah, I talk to him on the
phone.
TONY
Okay.
TOAD
Okay, so you got the money?
TONY
Yeah, you got the stuff?
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TOAD
Sure I got the stuff, but I don't
got it right here with me. I got it
close by.
TONY
Yeah well I don't got it either, I
got it close by, too.
TOAD
Where, in the parking lot?
TONY
No. How far's your stuff?
Tony paces back towards, the door casually, t check Angel
out. The Lizard staring at him.
TOAD
Not far.
Pause. Everything seems okay.
TONY
So what do we do, walk in and start
over?
TOAD
(changes subject})
Where you from?
Tony's eyes check out the bathroom.
TONY
What fuckin' difference does it make
where I'm from?
TOAD
I like to get to know who I do
business with.
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.

TONY
You get to know me when you start
doing business and not fucking
around, Hector.
TOAD
Hey I'm just a friendly guy, maybe
you don't --
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TONY
Okay, what's the stall here? Your
guy late or something?

29 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 29

There's suddenly a door slamming somewhere outside, then
commotion.
ANGEL
Tony!

Tony goes for his cheap handgun when he hears a frightening

female shriek, like a bird.
LIZARD
(slang Spanish)
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
shoot.
The Toad pulls a 9mm out of the small of his back, approaches
Tony.
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 or
older than twenty, with their straight black Indian hair cut
across their blank eyes, they look like hungry little piranha
careless about killing, muttering with the Lizard in fast
Columbese slang.
As Toad strips the handgun from Tony:
TONY
Frog face, you just fucked up. You
steal from me, you're dead.
Toad shrugs, he couldn't care less.
TOAD
Yeah, okay, you gonna give me the
cash or am I gonna kill your brother
first? 'Fore I kill you?
TONY
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
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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 pulls
out of the suitcase under the bed. Toad begins assembling it
as Lizard, still covering Tony with 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.
CUT TO:

30 EXT. SUN-RRY MOTEL - DAY 30

Chi-Chi sitting at the wheel of the sedan, parked across the
street.
Manny paces outside the car, glances.

31 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 31

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.

32 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 32

Manny looks at his watch.
CUT TO:

33 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 33

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, covered 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; eyes between them steady. They're the
dead and they know it.
Toad, well-prepared, connects a voltage adapter and extension
cord.
TOAD
(to Tony)
 32.

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
towards Angel.

The two kids press tight against Tony, guns pointed at

brains. O.S. we know what's happening as we hear the chainsaw
and we watch Tony's shock and rage.
Lizard has no expression on her face. The machine cuts off.
The Toad steps back from the tub, blood splattered on his
shirt, examining his first cut like a butcher. He glances at
Tony.
TOAD
Now the leg, hunh?
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.
CUT TO:

34 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 34

Manny, definitely suspecting something now, moves with Chi-

Chi across the parking lot of the Sun-Ray Motel. They signal
and separate.
CUT TO:

35 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 35

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.
TOAD
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.
 33.

CUT TO:

36 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 36

Manny moves crouched down the exterior corridor, Ingram
pistol in hand, past an older couple who pretend not to
notice.
At the door of Room 9, Manny waits, listens.
CUT TO:

37 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 37

The kids are starting to strap Tony up to the top of the
shower.

The Lizard watches from the lip of the bathroom, impassively.

TOAD
Last chance, carajo?
Tony, devastated, spits in his face.
TONY
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
wrist.
The Toad turns on his chainsaw when suddenly there's a
gunshot from the hall.

38 INT/EXT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY 38

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.
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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,
foaming blood.
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
hysterical strength, he tears out the motel room door
gripping the whirring chainsaw in a reflex action.
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
pistol.

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.
TONY
I got him!
Manny, holding his side, empties his pistol on kid one who is
still twitching.
Chi-Chi sees Angel, gags.
CUT TO:

39 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 39

The senior citizens, playing Mah-Jongg on the porch, mutter
in astonishment.

As the Toad staggers out into the parking lot, chainsaw in

hand, moving like a jerky chicken.
Their eyes follow.
 35.

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.
TONY
(Spanish)
Your'turn, cabron!
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
identification.
CUT TO:

40 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 40

Tony intersects Manny, holding his side, with Chi-Chi.
TONY
Manny, you okay?
Manny nods.
TONY
Chi-Chi, get the car. Fast!
CHI-CHI
Si!

41 INT. TOAD'S MOTEL ROOM 41

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 the
corner.
Inside are several kilo-sized stacks of cocaine.
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.
 36.

CUT TO:

42 EXT. SUN-RAY MOTEL - DAY 42

Chi-Chi has the sedan waiting in the parking lot. Tony

hurries out, jumps in, the car speeding off. (Pisalo hasta la
tabla -- Step on it.)
Past the senior citizens who are retreating inside their
rooms.
The camera swinging to hold on the blue and black Monte Carlo
disappearing into the traffic of the Strip as two cop cars
come screaming past them from the opposite direction.
CUT TO:

43 EXT. LITTLE HAVANA RESTAURANT - PHONE BOOTH - DUSK 43

The booth is in the busy parking lot, Tony on the phone, Chi-
Chi and Manny wait in the sedan.
TONY
Yeah, bunch of cowboys! Somebody
fucked up Omar.
OMAR’ S VOICE
(shaken)
Look, let me check it out right
away!
TONY
You do that, Omar, you do that.
OMAR’S VOICE
You got the money?
TONY
Yeah -- and I got the yeyo.
OMAR'S VOICE
You got the yeyo? Bring it here.
TONY
Fuck 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 eight.
 37.

TONY
Hey Omar --
OMAR'S VOICE
Yeah?
TONY
That was some pick up you sent us
on.
Pause.
OMAR'S VOICE
What's that mean?

Tony hangs up, walks back to the sedan.

CUT TO:

44 EXT. LOPEZ CONDO - SOUTH MIAMI - NIGHT 44

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.

45 INT. LOPEZ CONDO - NIGHT 45

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.
LOPEZ
How ya doing, Tony? Glad to meet
you. How 'bout a drink?
TONY
Mr. Lopez -- real pleasure.
LOPEZ
 38.

Call me Frank, Tony. Everybody calls

me Frank. My Little League team,
even the prosecutors 'round town,
they all call me Frank.
TONY
Okay Frank.
Frank shakes hands with Manny.
LOPEZ
Howya doing?
MANNY
(awed)
Fine yeah.
TONY
Manny Ray, he was with us on the
job.
LOPEZ
(to Manny)
I hear you caught one?
Manny shrugs, works his arm, showing us the wound doesn't
bother him too much.
MANNY
Just the flesh. Went right through.
LOPEZ
(heading for the bar)
Yeah, Omar here tells me good thing
about you boys.
TONY
(glances at Omar)
Yeah. Omar's terrific.
LOPEZ
Not to mention of course the nice
job you guys did for me on that
Commie sonofabitch Emilio Rebenga.

TONY
You don't have to mention it. That
was fun.
LOPEZ
(smiles, likes the kid's
balls)
Scotch? Gin? Rum?
 39.

TONY
Gin's fine.
LOPEZ
(pouring)
Yeah, I need a guy with steel in his
balls. I need him close to me, a guy
like you Tony -- and your compadre
here.
TONY
Yeah, well.

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.
TONY
-- that’s it. That’s the two keys.
Angel died ‘cause of this shit. And
here's the money.
(produces the money)
It's my gift to you -- from me.
Pause. Lopez shakes his head, sighs.
LOPEZ
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.

Without opening it, Lopez signals the bodyguard who takes the
suitcase and the money from under Tony's nose.
LOPEZ
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.
LOPEZ
Then you find out your biggest
headaches not bringing in the stuff
but figuring out what to do with all
the goddamn cash.
(drinks)
TONY
 40.

Yeah, I hope I have that problem

some day.
Lopez looks, distracted, down corridor from which he came, to
Ernie, the bodyguard.
LOPEZ
Where the hell's Elirira? Go get
here, will you, Ernie?
The big bodyguard exits smoothly.
LOPEZ
(to the others)
The broad spends half her life
dressing, the other half undressing.
TONY
I guess you gotta catch her in the
middle, hunh?

Lopez laughs.
LOPEZ
Yeah. When she's not looking. What
do you say guys, to a little food?
(finishes his drink at his
impatient pace)
TONY
Yeah sure, I could eat a horse.
ERNIE
Here she comes, Mr. Lopez.
Tony 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
dinner dress.
LOPEZ
Oooh sweetheart, you look like a
millions bucks.
She doesn't answer, her eyes flicking disinterestedly over
Tony and Manny, knowing what the evening's going to be and
not too happy about it.
LOPEZ
I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Tony Montana, Elvira, Manny Ribera.
ELVIRA
Hello.
 41.

TONY
Uh, hi.
MANNY
(equally impressed)
Yeah, hi.
ELVIRA
I assume we're going to be a
fivesome. Where are we having
dinner?
FRANK
Oh, I thought we'd eat at the
Babylon.
ELVIRA
Again? If anyone wanted to
assassinate you, you wouldn't be too
hard to find.
FRANK
(coming toward her,
laughing)
Me? Who'd want to kill me? I got
nothing but friends.
ELVIRA
You never know, do you? Maybe the
catcher on your Little League team.

Neatly avoiding his intended smooch, she slips by him towards

the door, her throat flashing a $20,000 strip of jewelry.
ELVIRA
Come on, Frank, let's go.
Tracking a cool, polished hauteur, she exits the apartment.
Lopez, after a pause, snaps at his men.
LOPEZ
Okay, let's go.
CUT TO:

46 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 46

We know this is no workingman's dive when Lopez piles them
out of his Rolls, and the carhops are moving Bugattis,
Lamborghinis 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
 42.

forth across the entry doors, rich young coiffed playboys in

their Porsches honking their horns in appreciation. Brain
drain.

47 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 47

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,
upper class in sleek dresses, trim figures, heels, hats,
sensuous bodies, yell as they dance to a black American music
beat, "Celebrating" or "Partying Down Tonight."
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.
MANNY
So whaddaya say, hunh?
He flashes his tongue. She looks at him, amused.
CHICK
You got a buck?

MANNY
Sure I got a buck, whaddaya think I
am, poor?
CHICK
(indicates the machine)
Put it in, let's play.
MANNY
I-had other things in mind.
CHICK
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You check out on this and we'll talk

about other things.
MANNY
(looks off, concerned,
then confronts the complex
machine})
Fuck, how do you play this thing?
CUT TO:

48 INT. BABYLON CLUB 48

Frank Lopez, intoxicated, takes his heart pill with a slug of
champagne. He sits next to Tony, who is agog at all this
wealth. Omar and Ernie look on. Elvira is in conversation
with a girl friend who has stopped by. They're sitting at the
best table in the place, finishing up a giant meal. The empty
spot belongs to Manny.
LOPEZ
(to Tony)
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.
LOPEZ
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.
LOPEZ
-- 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 real haza --
Their point of view, El Gordo is fat, dressed like a cheap
slob and playing up to a bunch of chicas.

LOPEZ
-- you know what a haza is, Tony?
TONY
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'Haza'? No Frank, what's a haza?

LOPEZ
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 gotta 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 underestimate the other
guy's greed.
ELVIRA
Lesson number two, don't get high on
your own supply.
The girl friend has departed and Elvira turns her attention
back to them, bored.
LOPEZ
That's right. Course not everybody
follows the rules.
(eyeing Elvira)
HEAD WAITER
There you go, Mr. Lopez.
He's popped the champagne cork and pours Dom Perignon for
Lopez.
LOPEZ
(sipping)
This the '64?
Head Waiter nods.
LOPEZ
Give it to everybody and bring
another, will ya Jack?
(to Tony)
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?
ELVIA
(to Tony)
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In France, it cost $100 but don't

tell anybody in Miami.
Tony catches her eye. She looks away, interested.

49 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 49

A Man passes the table. Lopez calls out.
LOPEZ
Hey, George -- buddy.
MAN
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 cigarette
dangling from his mouth, his manner cool but amicable with
Lopez. This is George Sheffield, Miami lawyer.
LOPEZ
OY, I shoulda come to you 'stead of
that putz, Neufeld.

SHEFFIELD
Jack's a good lawyer. I taught him
everything he knows.
LOPEZ
Yeah, almost everything.
SHEFFIELD
(to Elvira)
Elvira, you look terrific --
(to all)
Enjoy yourselves.
He ambles off.
LOPEZ
Best goddamn lawyer in Miami. Cost a
brick to pick up a phone.
Tony looking off at him, remembering it.
LOPEZ
(raising his champagne
glass)
So, here's to old friends and new
friends.
They toast, Tony tasting it like it was Holy Water.
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LOPEZ
Well, Tony?
TONY
Hey, yeah, you're not kidding, this
is good stuff, Frank.
Lopez laughs, likes the kid, tweaks him on the check.
LOPEZ
(checking Tony's threads)
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 away.
TONY
Hey, that sounds like fun, Frank.
Thanks.
The music shifts to slow dancing.
ELVIRA
(waving away cigar smoke)
So, you want to dance, Frank or you
want to sit here and have a heart
attack?
LOPEZ
Me dance? I'd rather have a heart
attack.
ELVIRA
(rising)
Don't foam into the Dom Perignon.
Glancing at Omar, sitting there obediently. Her eyes say
forget it.
ELVIRA
(to Tony)
How about you?
Tony nods sure, looks at his boss.
LOPEZ
(waves)
Go on!
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They go.

50 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 50

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. He just proceeds in a straight deadline, eyes forward.
It's not that he doesn't see the people he bumps it's that he
couldn't care less.
LOPEZ
(to Omar)
What do you think?
OMAR
I think he's a fucking peasant.
LOPEZ
Yeah -- but you get guys like that
on your side, they break their backs
for you.

CUT TO:

51 INT. BABYLON CLUB DANCE FLOOR - NIGHT 51

Tony and Elvira are dancing semi close to a slow Billy Joel
dance tune. He's no great shakes as a dancer, leaden in the
legs and shoulders.
TONY
-- so what's your name, Elvira what?
ELVIRA
St. James.
TONY
Elvira St. James. Sounds like a nun
or something. So where you from?
He bumps into an elderly couple dancing, ignores them.

ELVIRA
Baltimore.
TONY
Baltimore? Where's that?
ELVIRA
Look, it doesn't really matter. I'm
getting a headache.
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TONY
Just trying to be friendly.
ELVIRA
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.

TONY
Hey, I didn't come over on no banana
boat. I'm a political refugee here.
ELVIRA
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 doesn't
see.
TONY
Whatta you talking crazy for, whatsa
matter with you?
ELVIRA
(interrupting)
I'm sorry. I didn't know you
were so sensitive about your
diplomatic status.

TONY
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.
ELVIRA
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
here.
TONY
(interrupting)
Now you're talking to me, baby!
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ELVIRA
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.
TONY
Hey, thataway.
She whips off the floor, pissed. He watches her, amused.
CUT TO:

52 INT. CAR-DAWN 52
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
smoking his cigar, feeling good.
TONY
That chick he's with, she loves me.
MANNY
(driving)
Oh yeah, how you know that?
TONY
The eyes, Manny -- they don't lie.
MANNY
You're serious? Tony, that's Lopez's
lady. He'll kill us.
TONY
What are you kidding -- he's soft. I
seen it in his face -- booze and a
cuncha tells him what to do.
CUT TO:

53 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - SOUTHWEST MIAMI - LATE DAY 53

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 without people.
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54 INT. TONY'S CADILLAC SEDAN - SIMULTANEOUS DAY 54

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.
TONY
Be back in an hour okay.

55 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - SOUTHWEST MIAMI - NIGHT 55

MANNY
Okay, be cool.
Tony approaches the house, with the paper bag held high
against his chest.

56 EXT/INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - LATE DAY 56

Tony's Mother opens the door. A stout aging woman with a
powerful face, she's shook to her roots.
TONY
(gently, in Spanish)
Mami-- long time--
MAMI
No postcards from jail, hunh?

Pause. He doesn't offer to kiss her nor she him. Mother looks
behind her. Someone else is in the house. Mother looks back
as if she has no choice. She opens the door. He steps in. He
looks.

57 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 57

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 nineteen-year-old sister Gina. Their eyes
lock.
TONY
(moved)
Hi Gina --
GINA
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Tony?
She looks at her mother confused. She's a naturally dark,
curly-haired 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 Tony's
possession.
TONY
(covering his unwanted
emotion)
Yeah, look at you, you're beautiful,
what's it been seven years? Last
time I saw you , you looked like a
boy. Now look at you, you got great
big eyes just like me! Yeah, so--
He holds out a wrapped gift towards her, about to give it.

TONY
I got this for you, no big deal but
--
GINA
Oh Tony!
Gina suddenly. explodes across the room and rushes into his
arms, grasping him fiercely.
GINA
-- it's you!
Tony, over her shoulder, catches his mother’s eyes boring
into him stonily.
GINA
I never thought I'd see you again --
never!
Tony, over her shoulder, opens the gift.
TONY
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 front of her. It's a beautiful diamond locket to wear
around her neck. Her eyes open wide.
TONY
-- yeah for you -- and look -- here.
What I got written on it --
"To Gina From Tony. Always."
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GINA
It's beautiful Tony, it's just
beautiful --
The mother is amazed at the cost of the gift. Tony pulls out
another present, for her.
TONY
-- for you too Mama, look --
Moving towards her, he opens the package and pulls out an
exquisite pearl necklace. She stares at it, doesn't take it.
Gina comes over, takes it for her.
GINA
Mama, it's beautiful --
(offers it, an unspoken
'why don't you take it?')
Mama doesn't. Gina puts it away with her own.
TONY
(holding Gina by the
shoulder, making light of
it)
Well anyway, here we are hunh? The
three musketeers! We made it to
America hunh? Let's toast!
Tossing the empty package aside, he pulls the last gift, a
bottle of champagne.
TONY
Oye ! To America!
(singing)
'America. America--'
CUT TO:

58 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN - NIGHT 58

Mama, with things on her mind, is silently cooking a lunch,
as Tony and Gina finish the champagne at the kitchen table.
GINA
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
barbershop?
Tony nods.
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GINA
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 enough --
TONY
Yeah, well surprise, all that's over
with starting today. I didn't bring
up my kid sister to work in no hair
shop --
Mama looks over at him on the words "bring up" and he catches
her look.
TONY
-- and Mama don't have to sew in no
factory.
He pulls out a bundle of cash, fifties and hundreds, and
starts peeling them off on the table. Mama stops working,
looks.
TONY
(to Mama as he counts)
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.
Pushes a thousand dollar stack towards her.
TONY
That's a thousand dollars there,
Mama -- for you.
She approaches it cautiously, her fingers riffling the bills,
then looks back at her son.
TONY
Who'd you kill for this Tony?
GINA
(aghast)
Mama!
TONY
I didn't kill nobody Mama,
(lying)
MAMA
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No? What are you doing now -- banks

or is it still bodegas, you and the
others?
TONY
C'mon Mama. Things are different.
I'm working with this anti-Castro
group. I'm an organizer now, we get
a lotta political contributions --
MAMA
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 --
GINA
(springing to her feet)
What are you saying Mama! He's your
son!
MAMA
Son? I wish I had one. He's a bum!
He was a bum then and he's a bum
now!
(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 --
TONY
Hey Mama, come on, you don't know
what you're talking about --
MAMA
(continuing)
No, no, that's not the way I am Tony
and that's not the way I --
(emphasizing it)
I raised Gina to be. You're not
going to destroy her. I don't need
your money, thanks. I work for my
living -- and I don't want you in
this house anymore and I don't want
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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 silence.
GINA
Oh Mama, why do you got to spoil it
for everybody.
(to Tony)
I'm sorry Tony, I --
Tony nods his head at his mother.
TONY
(gently)
Okay, Mama, okay--
CUT TO:

59 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT 59

Tony walks out icily.
MANNY
(waiting in the car,
seeing his expression)
Relatives, hunh? A pain in the ass,
they ---
TONY
Shaddup!
He's climbing into the car when Gina hurries out the house.
GINA
Tony!
MANNY
Hey who's that?

Checks himself in the rearview mirror, slicks his hair.

Tony and Gina talk next to the car.
GINA
Tony -- Mama -- since Papa took off
--
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TONY
Hey forget Papa, we never had one,
okay? He was a bum!
GINA
(continuing)
-- she's got a lot of hate in her
Tony, she's proud, you got to
understand that?
TONY
(making light of it now)
Hey it's okay, it's Mama, what do
you want, she's Old World.
GINA
Tow, I know you did some bad things
back then. The Army, I know you got
into some trouble.
TONY
Communists you know, they're always
trying to tell you what to do.
GINA
Mama, she doesn't understand, but I
just want you to know, y'know, I
don't care. Five years, ten years,
it doesn't matter how long you been
away, you're my blood. Always.
Pause. She stares intently at him, emphasizing it.
TONY
Hey I know -- I know.
She gives him a soft kiss. He takes out his money roll.
TONY
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.
TONY
Go on! Go out and have some fun,
what the hell? You gonna beat
yourself to death at nineteen,
pussycat like you?
He gets in the car. She peers in.
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GINA
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
off.

60 INT. TONY'S CADILLAC SEDAN - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER 60

MANNY
(driving)
Hey, cone, you never told me you had
such a good-looking doll for a
sister!
Tony looks at him icily.

TONY
Stay away MaMy, don't ever let me
catch you fuckin' around with her,
don’t ever fuck around with her --
MANNY
(feeling the beat)
Sure, sure.
A beat.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE - PASSING TIME
Music accompanying the flipping of calendar leaves.

61 INT. U.S. CUSTOMS - MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY 61

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
coldly.
CUSTOMS OFFICER
Mind opening that, sir?
Tony, calm, unzips the chic leather single suitcase, his eyes
drifting around.
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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 in
Tony's direction.
Tony looks away, back at the Officer who is thoroughly
ransacking the suitcase looking for a false bottom. He waits,
confident.
An old man is waived through a fifth line,

62 EXT. DOLLY STASH'S HOUSE - MIAMI - DAY 62

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
shreds.
THE OLD MAN
helped by Rafi, is removing a sophisticated false bottom from
his suitcase, laminated and difficult to detect.
MANNY AND GASPAR
break open wooden clothes hangers concealing cocaine
stockbroker changes clothes.
THE MOTHER
picks up the baby and removes cocaine from its diaper.
While:
THE FORMER NUN
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.
TONY
counting out the cash for his mules, Omar there, overlooking
the operation.

65 INT. MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY 65

Again. But this time going out.

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The nun, now a housewife, going through an exit gate carrying

hand luggage.
TONY
watching, glances up at the electronic information board.
Houston clocks out the time.and the boarding gate, we move 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.

67 EXT. GOLF COURSE - MIAMI - DAY 67

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.

68 INT. LAUNDRY RESTAURANT - NIGHT 68

The plush millionaire's restaurant is to be seen again. Frank
has his arm around Tony, introducing him to a business-type.
Elvira looks on.

69 INT. HIGH-FASHION STORE - DAY 69

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.

SALESLADY
(admiringly to Tony)
Your wife looks terrific in that.
TONY
My wife? You gotta be kidding.

70 INT. LOBBY - LOPEZ CONDO - DAY 70

Elvira steps out of the lobby into the driveway. Tony is
waiting for her. She's surprised.
TONY
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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.
TONY
He said if he was late to bet Ice
Cream in the first.
She sighs, walks across the lobby. He follows.
She steps out in a Pucci summer dress, looks around. He
points.
TONY
Over there--
She looks. The car is a yellow Cadillac convertible with 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.
ELVIRLP
(registers it with
distaste)
That thing? You must be kidding.

TONY
(hurt)
Whaddaya mean, that’s a Cadillac.
ELVIRA
I wouldn't be caught dead in that
thing.
TONY
It's got a few years on it but it's
'a creampuff.'
ELVIRA
It looks like somebody's nightmare.

71 INT. LUXURY MOTOR SALES - CORAL GABLES - DAY 71

Camera moves around a slick, red Jaguar, XG6 with Tony,
accompanied by Manny, Chi-Chi, the Salesman. Elvira waits
aloofly off to the side.
TONY
(to Elvira)
So you like this better?
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ELVIRA
(shrugs)
(It's got style.)
TONY
Yeah it looks like one of the tigers
from India.
MANNY
(to Elvira)
Tony been dragging me around to the
zoos, looking at tigers. He wants to
buy one of them too.
(amused)
He do that he gonna have no friends
left. Not that he got any now.
TONY
You'll like the tiger Manny, you'll
see.
ELVIRA
You going to drive around with a
tiger in your passenger seat Tony?
TONY
Yeah, maybe some lady tiger.
(to Salesman)
How much?
SALESMAN
Twenty-eight thousand dollars. Fully
equipped.
TONY
(genuinely)
That all?
SALESMAN
Machine gun turrets are extra.
TONY
(circling the car)
Funny guy hunh, Manny, c'mere.
Manny comes over and Tony walks him along the car, in quieter
tones.
TONY
Get these sections bullet-proofed
here, here, these windows.
MANNY
Yeah.
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TONY
--and a phone with a scrambler.
MANNY
-- okay.

TONY
-- And one of those radio scanners,
y'know, pick out flying saucers and
stuff.
MANNY
Yeah a good one.
ELVIRA
(joining them)
Don't forget the fog lights.
TONY
Yeah in case I go to the swamps,
Good idea.
ELVIRA
(impatiently)
I thought you were taking me to
Frank?

TONY
(glances at his watch)
We still got an hour. You hungry?
ELVIRA
No but I'm bored.
TONY
Figgers. Check it out, will you
Manny and pay the guy and grab a
taxi out to the track--
MANNY
Thanks, yeah --
TONY
(before leaving)
Oh yeah --
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 the flag."
Elvira wonders about it as he joins her.
TONY
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Somebody gotta keep the animals out.

72 EXT. LUXURY MOTORS - DAY 72

Tony leads her to his yellow Cadillac convertible parked out
of eyesight of the others.
TONY
I'm glad you came. I wouldn't buy
the car you didn't like it.
ELVIRA
Planning on driving the girls crazy,
aren't you?
TONY
Yeah -- you know who.
They get in the car.
ELVIRA
And what would Frank say?
She has a coke vial out, casually hits one nostril, then the
other, then takes a last hit through the mouth,
TONY
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.
ELVIRA
(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.
CUT TO:

73 INT. COCAINE LAB - BOLIVIA - DAY 73

Subtitle appears:
COCHABAMBA, BOLIVIA
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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.
Sosa is showing Tony and Omar through his coke processing
lab, past four coal-fired stoves, each with massive 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 "el rey de1 rey" as he passes,
as proud of his factory as a vine grower his vineyard.
SOSA
-- so this and my other factory I
can 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 --
OMAR
I know what you mean Mr. Sosa, we
got the same problems up in Miami,
the demand varies for us too, month
to month --
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.
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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.
SOSA
(meanwhile)
--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.
OMAR
That's a big commitment Mr. Sosa.
It's too bad Frank's not here.
Something like that you should talk
to him.
SOSA
Yes, it would've been nice if he
could have come.
TONY
(cutting in)
-- and he'd like meeting you too
Mr. Sosa. But with his trial coming
up y'know, it's not so easy for him
to slip outta the country right now,
y'understand?
SOSA
(taking the measure of
Tony, sarcastic)
So he sent you?
TONY
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.
SOSA
We'll talk at my house. Shall we go
--
CUT TO:

74 INT. SOSA VILLA - BOLIVIA - DAY 74

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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 passively
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,
constantly changing dishes, confusing Tony (ad-lib during
scene).
SOSA
(to Omar)
-- 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.
OMAR
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?
TONY
That means we gotta go to war with
‘em.
Sosa looks over at him, not quite knowing yet what to make of
this guy.
SOSA
When we cut out the Columbians we
take risks -- on both sides.
TONY
Split the risk. Guarantee your
delivery as far as Panama.
SOSA
Panama? Risky? It costs me more.
There I'd sell maybe 13.5 a key.
TONY
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
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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 duck walk
for us anymore, y'know. Forget it.
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.
SOSA
What do you suggest is a fair--?
Excuse me.
Interrupted, Sosa looks over at his black aide who suddenly
appears at the door, apparently with a message. Sosa waves
him in.
The black aide -- 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
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.
OMAR
(meanwhile to Tony in a
whisper)
Shaddup willya Montana, I’m doing
the talking here!
Tony shrugs.
SOSA
Where were we?
TONY
Panama. You're looking for a
partner, right?
Omar shoots a poisonous glance at Tony.
SOSA
-- something like that.
(chuckles)
OMAR
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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 --
TONY
Hey Omar why don't you let the man
finish, hunh? Let him propose his
proposition.
OMAR
Hey Montana, you got no authority
here, okay! I started you in this
business, all right, so shut the
fuck up!
TONY
(shrugs)
Frank'll love it. Don't worry about
it.
OMAR
That's up to Frank -- not you.
He looks embarrassed at Sosa who has been watching, sensing
also an advantage in the split.
OMAR
I'm sorry about this, Mr. Sosa--
SOSA
It's all right. Maybe your partner's
right. Maybe you should talk to
Frank.
OMAR
(a beat)
Okay. 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 Frank personally.
SOSA
(without hesitation)
Good. My chopper can take you to
Santa Cruz now. I have a jet there
that'll have you in Miami in five
hours. You can be back here
tomorrow. For lunch.
Omar is taken aback by the speed of the plan.
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OMAR
Yeah I guess so --
TONY
Great.
SOSA
(glancing at Tony, to
Omar)
-- leave your friend here. While
you're gone maybe he can tell me how
to run my business.
OMAR
(doesn't like it)
I don't think that --
TONY
(lighting a cigar)
Hey it's okay. You tell Frank I'm
keeping this guy on ice for him --
Sosa laughs. Omar scowls.
CUT TO:

75 EXT. SOSA VILLA - DAY 75

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.
TONY
You know why they say Cubans are all
screwed up?
SOSA
Why?
TONY
'Cause the islands in the Caribbean,
the governments in Russia, the
Armies in Angola, and the people
live in Miami.
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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.
TONY
(overlapping the joke)
They got a beard there that's all.
With a cigar and a big mouth.
SOSA
Maybe he'll move to Miami too --
Gabriella, my rose -- how was the
ride?
Sosa changes his personality completely with her, dewy-eyed
and loving. They peck each other's cheek lightly.

GABRIELLA
(distracted)
Lovely, but the sheep in the north
pasture, they're destroying the
grass, it's turning yellow. You must
move them darling.
SOSA
I'll take care of it myself.
GABRIELLA
(turning to go)
-- and don't forget we have the
Rinaldi's at eight.
SOSA
Of course not. Uh -- an associate of
mine. From Miami. Tony Montana --
(to Tony)
My fiance, Gabriella Montini.

TONY
Hello.
She nods to him in that somewhat uninterested, rude, upper
class Latin way.
GABRIELLA
It's a pleasure.
She withdraws. Tony watches her go.
TONY
I gotta hand it to you. You got
everything a man could want.
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Sosa, pleased, reaches for an expensive set of binoculars on

the patio table, looks up through them, at the helicopter
rising off the lawn.
SOSA
(focusing the binoculars)
I like you Tony. There's no lying in
you -- Unfortunately I don't feel
the same way about the rest of your
organization.
Tony glances up at the chopper, the servant pouring coffee
for him.
TONY
Uh -- Whaddaya getting at, Mr. Sosa?
SOSA
I mean Omar Suarez.
Tony, puzzled, glances up at the chopper which now hovers
there high above the estate.
Sosa passes him the binoculars.
SOSA
This garbage was recognized by my
associate at lunch. From several
years ago. In New York. He was an
informer for the police --
Tony, astonished, looks up.
THROUGH THE BINOCULARS - 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. He is struggling
backwards in vain.
SOSA
He put Vito Duval and the Ramos
Brothers -- Nello and Gino -- away
for life. My associate used to work
up there.
Through the binoculars, they throw Omar out of the chopper
and he flies downwards and jerks back up as the rope
stretches taut, snapping his neck. He hangs there like a
broken doll on a string as the chopper moves out of sight.
A silence.
TONY
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shaken, lowers the binoculars. Sosa watches him closely for

his reaction. Tony looks back at him, contemplative. Sosa
goes over, pours himself some coffee.
SOSA
So how do I know you're not a
'chivato' too Tony?
TONY
(angry, stalks up to him)
Hey 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
and my word -- and I don't break
'em. 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!
SOSA
(moves away)
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 judgment stinks. So I think
to myself, what other mistakes has
this Lopez guy made, how can I trust
his organization -- hunh? You tell
me Tony.
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 between you.
(then)
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 following
the pantomime, puts his out. Sosa now grips them.
SOSA
You speak with your eyes muchacho. I
think -- you and I -- we can work
this thing out, do business a long
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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.
CUT TO:

76 EXT. MIAMI - AERIAL VIEW - TWILIGHT 76

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:

77 EXT. LOPEZ MOTORS AUTO DEALERSHIP - LITTLE HAVANA - DAY 77

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.
CUT TO:

78 INT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE - DAY 78

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.
LOPEZ
(livid)
You what! You made a deal for
fucking eighteen million dollars
without even checking with me! What
are you crazy Montana, are you
crazy!
TONY
Hey take it easy Frank, cone.
LOPEZ
Cono my ass!
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TONY
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
serious money.
LOPEZ
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.
TONY
Frank -- Frank --
LOPEZ
(ranting)
You know what this fucking trial is
costing me in legal fees, Montana?
You expect me to believe Omar was a
stoolie. 'Cause Sosa said so? And'
you bought that line?
(pause, eyeing Tony)
Maybe I made a mistake sending you
down there? Maybe you and Sosa know
something I don't know?
TONY
You saying I'm not being straight
with you Frank?
Lopez's bodyguard shifts. Manny slips his hand closer to his
belt.
LOPEZ
(carefully)
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
word.
TONY
(finally)
-- have it your way boss.
He turns to leave, nods to Manny.
LOPEZ
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Montana, just remember I am the

boss.
TONY
Sure you're the boss.
Gets to the door, Manny joining him.
LOPEZ
Y'know I told you when you started
Tony, the guys who last in this
business are guys who fly straight,
real low key, real quiet, the guys
who want it all, the chicks and the
champagne and the flash -- they
don't last.
Tow, saying nothing, goes out the door with Manny.

79 EXT. AUTO LOPEZ OFFICE 79

Just outside the door, Tony glances at Manny's question-mark

expression.
TONY
(with steel)
Fuck him!
CUT TO:

80 EXT. SHEFFIELD'S OFFICE BUILDING - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT 80

81 INT. LAWYER'S OFFICE - NIGHT 81

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 dead nan 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
Mutiny Club.
SHEFFIELD
What can I do for you Montana?
TOM!
(indicates Manny)
My partner. Manny Ray.
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Manny, standing in the b.g., nods. Sheffield shifts his eyes

briefly, back to Tony who plops himself in a chair.
TONY
So George, they tell me you're the
best lawyer in town.
SHEFFIELD
Did they also tell you how expensive
I am?
TONY
Hey it's like J.P. Morgan says -- if
you gotta ask, you're outta your
league.
SHEFFIELD
I see you been reading your American
history Montana, what've you done
lately to earn a place in it?
TONY
(chuckles)
I’m trying to stay outta it, y'know
what I mean? I’m expanding my
operation. So I want a class guy
like you on the payroll -- advising
me. Starting now.
SHEFFIELD
(a longer pause than
usual)
--Start with a $100,000. Cash. On
the table.
TONY
(an equal pause})
(Sure--)
He sticks out his hand. Manny slaps an envelope in it. Tony
begins counting out the cash, right on the tabletop.
CUT TO:

82 EXT. LOPEZ CONDO - SOUTH MIAMI - DAY 82

Tony waits in his red Jaguar in the driveway of the building.
Lopez and his bodyguard exit the building.
A limousine pulls up.
Tony watches.
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The threesome get in the limo and drive away.

Tony gets out of the car, crosses to the entrance.

83 INT. LOPEZ CONDO - DAY 83

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
Tony?
TONY
Hi there.
Elvira looks at him, still astonished and waiting for an
explanation. There is none.
ELVIRA.
Uh, you just missed Frank.
TONY
I didn't come here to see Frank.
She looks at him amazed. The balls on this guy!
ELVIRA
(cooling to him fast)
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
bulls in.
TONY
I got something important to tell
ya. Why don't you make some drinks
and act normal.
ELVIRA
Sure. Why not? We're all normal
here.
She heads for the pool, nonplussed. Tony closes the door,
eases slowly across the room towards her, awkwardly trying to
make conversation.
TONY
I heard you was in Europe travelling
'round all by yourself. Woman like
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you shouldn't have to travel alone -

-
(pause, no response)
I been travelling myself.
ELVIRA
Broadening your intellect. I heard.
TONY
What else d'you hear?
ELVIRA
I heard you and Frank aren't working
together anymore.
TONY
Yeah. It makes things easier this
way, don't it?
She's puzzled. He drinks a toast.
TONY
Here's to the land of opportunity.
ELVIRA
For you maybe.
She drinks to it.
TONY
Hey, do you like kids?
ELVIRA
Kids? Sure, why not -- as long as
there's a nurse.
TONY
Good. Cause I like kids too. I like
boys and girls.
She's waiting. He paws the ground, awkward as a bull.
ELVIRA
That's broad of you, Tony.
Travelling really helped. Look,
Frank's going to be back any moment
and when he walks through that--
TONY
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
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streets and I'm making the right

connections. With the right woman,
there's no stopping me. I could go
to the top, I could be somebody here
in Miami. I could be like Frank but
bigger -- The biggest!
Elvira's looking at him like he's on the moon.
TONY
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 -- I want you to marry me and
be the mother of my children.
Silence.
ELVIRA
(stunned)
Me? Marry you?
She laughs, a short harsh laugh.
TONY
(sincere)
Yeah, marry me.
ELVIRA
What about Frank? What are you going
to do about Frank?
TONY
Frank's not gonna last--
(puts down 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 -- I'll see you the next time.
He goes. She stares at him, still dazed, yet deep down
flattered.
CUT TO:

84 INT. BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 84

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
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art of walking and no longer bulls people out of his path, he

angles through them.
OWNER
(indicating a table)
Over here.
Tony stops, spots his sister Gina, in an expensive looking
dress, with a flashy young Cuban guy in a burgundy suit.
TONY
What the fuck is she doing here,
she's --
(heading towards her)
MANNY
(stops him)
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.

TONY
Who's she with?
MANNY
Some kid, he works for Luco, he's
harmless --
Tony spots a Large Man coming towards him. Caucasian, about
250 pounds.
TONY
Keep your eye on her. Make sure he
don't dance too close.
MANNY
Sure Tony.
LARGE MAN
(intersecting)
Hello Tony, you remember me?

MANNY
(drifting away)
I'11 be at the table.
TONY
(to the Large Man)
Yeah, sure. You're --
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(snaps fingers trying to

remember)
-- Bernstein, right. Mel Bernstein.
Narcotics, right?
BERNSTEIN
That's right, Tony. I think we
better talk.
(indicates a quieter area)
There's something ugly in his smile, maybe it's 'cause just
the eyes do the smiling.

TONY
Talk about what, what's there to
talk about? I ain't killed anybody
lately.
BERNSTEIN
No not lately but we can go back to
ancient history. Like Emilio
Rebenga, like a bunch of whacked
Indians at the Sun-Ray Motel in
Miami Beach --
TONY
Oh yeah? You know Mel whoever's
giving you your information must be
taking you guys for a long ride.
BERNSTEIN
Are we gonna talk or am I gonna bust
your wiseass spit balls, Tony baby -
- here and now?
Tony looks at him.
CUT TO:

85 INT. BABYLON CLUB - CORNER TABLE - TONY AND MEL 85

in a corner of the Babylon talking.
BERNSTEIN
-- 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 --
TONY
No shit -- how much?
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BERNSTEIN
(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
“25,000.”
TONY
(reacts)
That's a big number.
BERNSTEIN
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
collection, we'll step in for you. I
got eight killers with badges
working for me. 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.
TONY
S'pose I give you the money, how do
I know you're the last bull I gotta
grease? What about Metro,
Lauderdale, DEA -- how do I know
what rock they're gonna come out
from under?
BERNSTEIN
That's none of our business, we
don't cross no lines.
(getting up)
I don't want this discussion going
any further than this table. My guys
have families, they're legitimate
cops, I don't want none of ‘em
getting' embarrassed ‘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
class.
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Tony just stares at him. Bernstein smiles, points.

BERNSTEIN
I like the scar. Like Capone. 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 spots
--

86 INT. BABYLON CLUB ENTRANCE - NIGHT 86

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.
TONY
Hi --
ELVIRA
Hello, Tony.
Lopez, in conversation with the Owner, glances over, sees
Tony with Elvira, his expression narrows.
TONY
So, did you think about what I said?
About the kids?
ELVIRA
Tony, you're really nuts you know,
you really are.
Lopez comes over, takes Elvira's arm, and smiles at Tony.
LOPEZ
Hey Tony, why don't you get your own
girl?
TONY
That's what I'm doing, Frank.
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Tense look on Frank's face. The bodyguard circles.

LOPEZ
(without a smile)
Then go do it somewhere else. Get
lost.
ELVIRA
Frank, he was only --
TONY
(ignoring her)
Maybe I don't hear so good
sometimes, man.
LOPEZ
You won't be hearing anything, you
go on like this.
TONY
You gonna stop me?
Frank is livid.
LOPEZ
You're fucking right I am. I'm
giving you orders. Blow.
The bodyguard moves closer to Tony who doesn't move.
Manny suddenly slides into frame, backing Tony.
TONY
(icy)
Orders? There's only one thing that
gives and gets orders, cabron --
balls.
Pause. Something's about to pop, turns back just at the
crest. Lopez abruptly turns away.
LOPEZ
(to Elvira)
Let's go!
ELVIRA
Frank, this is ridiculous --
LOPEZ
C'mon!
He crowds her. Angry, she goes. Tony watches as they exit the
club.
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MANNY
What happened?
TONY
That cocksucker! -- He put that
homicide prick Bernstein on me.
They stroll back to the table.

MANNY
What for?
TONY
The Emilio Rebenga hit. Remember
that.
MANNY
You're kidding!
TONY
Who else knew about it? Omar's
fertilizer, ain't he? Lopez is
letting me know he's got weight on
me.
MANNY
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?
TONY
You go. I like the weather here just
fine.
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
after her.
MANNY
Hey, where you going?
He doesn't answer.
CUT TO

87 INT. BABYLON CLUB - STAIRS AND LADIES ROOM - NIGHT 87

Tony comes down the plush velvet stairs, flings himself into
the Ladies room, the ladies, surprised, look back at him. No
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Gina.

88 INT. BABYLON CLUB - MEN'S ROOM AND STAIRS - NIGHT 88

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 the door.
It crashes open on Gina in the act of snorting coke, with
burgundy suit running his hands along her ass.
GINA
(shocked)
Tony!
TONY
What are you doing! What are you
doing!
He grabs burgundy suit by the collar and whips him several
times into the wall.
GINA
(trying to restrain him)
Tony! What're you doing! You're
crazy!
He rips the coke out of her hands and scatters it across the
tiles.
TONY
(to Gina)
What are you doing with this shit,
hunh?
(back to burgundy suit)
Get the fuck out of here, maricon,
y'hear, I'll kill you next time.

GINA
Fernando!
TONY
(to Gina)
Shaddup!
Manny runs in, several others now looking in from the hall.
MANNY
Tony!
Tony shoves burgundy suit,out of the stall, past Manny.
TONY
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Go on!
GINA
What the hell is --
TONY
You think it's cute somebody puttin'
their hands all over your ass, my
kid sister, hunh? In a toilet!
GINA
It's none of your business!
TONY
The fuck it isn't! Three dollar
hooker, that's what you are.
Snorting shit like that at your age,
you oughta --
GINA
What are you -- a priest? A cop!
Look at your life. You can't tell me
what to do!
TONY
I’m telling ya! I don't wanna see
you in here again. I catch you in
here I'm gonna beat the shit outta
you.
GINA
Oh yeah! Go ahead!
TONY
You're getting outta here right now!
Don't push me baby, don't push me!
GINA
Don't fucking push me!
MANNY
Okay, c'mon, let's go outside get
some air --
The argument has moved across the bathroom to the lip of the
hallway. Several more people are watching.
GINA
You got a nerve, Tony, you got a
nerve! You can't tell me what to do.
I'll do what I want to do. I'll go
out with who I want and if I want to
fuck them then I'11 fuck them!
 88.

Tow, raging, smacks her across the face. She reels back into
the toilet.
The crowd is silent. Tony stands there, abated.
Manny moves across the floor and kneels down, consoles Gina
who is sobbing.
MANNY
(tender)
Come on, baby, it's okay, it's okay,
he didn't mean it.
(strokes her face)
TONY
(disturbed, to Manny)
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.
MANNY
Come on, pussycat, I'll buy you a
cup of coffee.
CUT TO:

89 INT. BABYLON CLUB - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT 89

Tony, isolated and edgy, reenters the main room, circling the
edges of the crowd, up to the bar.
TONY
(to the bartendress,
pointing)
Gimme a double of that!
He turns, catches a last glimpse of Gina leaving with Manny.
CUT TO:

90 EXT. MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 90

Manny drives Gina home in his two-seater Mercedes sports
coupe. She's still angry.
GINA
-- He's got a nerve the way he acts!
Mama's right. She says he hurts
everything he touches. Well he's not
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gonna hurt me anymore. He'll never

see me again. Never!
MANNY
He loves you, what do you want. He
feels he raised you.
GINA
He still thinks I'm fifteen. He's
been in jail five years and he still
thinks I'm fifteen!
MANNY
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 --
GINA
Against what?
MANNY
'Gainst assholes -- like the sleaze
ball in the red suit.

He says it like it's personal.

GINA
(picks up on it)
I like Fernando, he's a nice guy, he
knows how to treat a woman.
MANNY
(a face)
What future's he got? On a band-
stand somewhere? He's a bum, Why
don't you go out with somebody who's
going somewhere?
She gives him a look.
GINA
Like who?
MANNY
Like a doctor or a dentist or
something.
GINA
What about me out?
you? Why don't you take me out?
She's looking straight at him now, challenging.
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MANNY
What? Me?
GINA
Yeah, you. I see the way you look at
me -- Manolo Ribera.
MANNY
(nervous)
Hey, Tony's like my brother --
You're his kid sister, okay?
GINA
So what?
MANNY
So --
GINA
(taunting)
You afraid of Tony? You afraid of
Tony's kid sister?
MANNY
Fuck no --

91 EXT. TONY'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT 91

Pulls the car over to the curb.
MANNY
I guess we're here.
Pause.
GINA
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 his
terror.
She gets out of the car, crosses in front of his headlights,
towards the house, looking at him.
He watches.
CUT BACK TO:
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92 INT. BABYLON CLUB - LATER THAT NIGHT 92

The Owner appears at the mike, the music drifting to

Sinatra's "Strangers In The Night'.
OWNER
All right, you coneheads, another
exciting evening at the Babylon,
hunh? 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.
When 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 audience.
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.
 92.

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 ceilings.
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.
CUT TO:

93 EXT. THE BABYLON CLUB - NIGHT 93

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, towards
him.
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.
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 accelerates in reverse, climbing
to top speed --
 93.

As hitter three realizes it's too late, tries to get out of

there, but is overtaken and crushed by the car.
CUT TO:

94 INT. SAFE HOUSE - THAT NIGHT 94

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.
DOCTOR
It's going to be sore for a few
months.
TONY
Somebody else gonna be a lot sorer -
-
(to Chi-Chi)
Find out where Lopez is --
CUT TO:

95 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 95

Miriam's a tough-looking little ckick in panties and a tank
top with "Cocaine" written on it.
TONY'S VOICE
Miriam? Yeah -- Tony. Manny there?
MIRIAM
Yeah -- It's Tony.
Manny, in bed, is snorting a line of coke off a mirror, takes
the phone, in good spirits.
MANNY
Tony cono, whatcha doing -- checking
up on me, too?

96 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 96

TONY
Look, get your fuckin' clothes on
and meet me outside Lopez's office
in forty-five minutes. That phone
booth on 9th. Yeah. Move your ass!

97 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 97

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MANNY
What happened!

98 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 98

TONY (V.O. )
Nothing we can't fix.
Tony hangs up.

99 INT. MIRIAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 99

MANNY
(grabs his pants)
I gotta go.
MIRIAM
This is worse than fucking
grasshopper, man.
MANNY
Hey, I'm better looking.
(hits the coke again)
Don't do it all, I'll be back later.
CUT TO:

100 INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT 100

Tony ignores the doctor taping him, checking his watch.
TONY
(to Nick)
Nick, when we get there, call Lopez
at three exactly. You got that?
NICK
Yeah, don't worry Tony. I got it.
TONY
All you say is you're one of the
guys at the-club -- 'Hello, Mr.
Lopez, there was a fuckup, he got
away--'
NICK
Yeah, Tony, I got it, no problem --
CUT TO:
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101 INT. LOPEZ MOTORS - NIGHT 101

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 door.
LOPEZ'S VOICE
-- you're kidding! Three to two?
Son of a bitch!
(cradling the phone)
Guess what. My softball team,
y'know, the Little Lopezers? They
won the Division tonight. We're
going to Sarasota for the State
Championship -- Hunh!
MUFFLED VOICE
Congratulations. That's great Frank.
Tony, Manny and Chi-chi slide into the room, the latter two
with guns casually drawn.

102 INT. LOPEZ MOTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT 102

TONY
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.
LOPEZ
Tony--? Uh, I'll call you back,
yeah.
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.
LOPEZ
Tony, what happened to you, hunh?
TONY
Yeah, lookit. They spoiled one of my
$800 suits.
LOPEZ
Jesus! Who?
Tony, in his ripped suit, shoulder in a sling, face cut,
shifts his eyes with camera slowly onto Mel Bernstein sitting
 96.

there with a bourbon on the rocks, his two hundred and fifty
pounds bulging with irritated surprise.
TONY
Hitters. Somebody musta brought 'em.
Never seen 'em before -- Hiya Mel.
Is there an answer to this too?
BERNSTEIN
(uneasy)
Always is Montana, always is --
LOPEZ
Jesus, Tony, maybe it was the Diaz
Brothers, they got a deep beef going
back to the 'Sun Ray' thing.
TONY
Hey, you might be right.
LOPEZ
Anyway I'm glad you made it Tony,
we'll return the favor for you. In
spades.
TONY
(sits at the edge of
Lopez's desk)
Nah, I'm gonna take care of this
myself.
Pause.
LOPEZ
(awkward)
Well -- What are the guns for Tony?
TONY
(shrugs)
What for? I'm paranoid I guess.
The phone rings.
Lopez lets the phone ring.
TONY
Why don't you answer it 'Frank?
LOPEZ
Uh -- Must be Elvira. You know
women. After we left that joint she
--
The phone rings again.
 97.

TONY
(reaches for it)
I'11 tell her you're not here.
LOPEZ
(grabs the phone first)
Wait a minute! I'll talk to her --
Hello? --
(anxious)
Yeah -- all right honey, don't worry
-- I'll be home in an hour.
He hangs up. Pause.
TONY
Frank, you're a piece of shit.
LOPEZ
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.
TONY
You know what I'm talking about you
fuckin' cockroach!
LOPEZ
Tony, no! Lissen!
TONY
You remember what a 'haza' is Frank?
It's a pig that don't fly straight.
Neither do you, Frank.
LOPEZ
(nervous)
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 you!
TONY
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!
He squashes an imaginary cockroach right in front of Frank's
eyes, then pulls him further across the desk flailing.
LOPEZ
Mel! Mel! Do something, please!
 98.

Mel sits there impassively.

MEL
It's your tree Frank, you're sitting
in it.
LOPEZ
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 go way
Tony, I disappear, you'll never see
me again. Just gimme a chance, gimme
a second chance Tony, please --
please!
He sobs pathetically.
LOPEZ
I don't wanna die Tony, I never did
nothing to nobody Tony! I never hurt
nobody!
TONY
Yeah you're right Frank, you always
had somebody else do it for you.
He turns to Manny.
TONY
Manny, you mind shooting this piece
of shit for me?
Tony steps aside.
LOPEZ
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.
TONY
Every dog has his day.
He fixes his eyes on Mel Bernstein.
BERNSTEIN
 99.

(remaining calmly in his

chair)
I told him it didn't make sense --
cliptiing you when he coulda had
working for us instead. But he got
hot tonight, y'know, about the
broad. He fucked up.
TONY
Yeah, so did you, Bernstein.
His eyes Bernstein, reading them, gets worried.

BERNSTEIN
Now wait a minute, Montana, don't go
too far.
TONY
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.
BERNSTEIN
(rising from his chair)
Hey, c'mon, what is this? You can't
shoot a cop, Tony.
TONY
Whoever said you were one?
He fires.
Bernstein takes it in the gut, hits the floor, looks up
astonished.
BERNSTEIN
I lemme go, Tony, I can fix things
up --
TONY
Sure you can Chico. Maybe you can
handle one of them first-class
tickets -- to the Resurrection. So
long, Mel, have a good trip.
He fires several times into him until we can imagine he is no
longer of the living. Tony turns towards the door.
MANNY
(indicatize bodyguard)
What about him?
Tony notices.
 100.

The bodyguard, Ernie, the middle-aged Cuban, waits stoically.

TONY
You want a job Ernie?
ERNIE
Sure, Tony.
TONY
Come see me tomorrow.
ERNIE
Thanks, Tony.
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.
MANNY (O.S.)
Okay, torch it!
CUT TO:

103 INT. LOPEZ CONDO - THAT NIGHT 103

Elvira lies in her silk sheets. The doorbell rings. She gets
up.
In a nightgown, she opens the front door.
ELVIRA
Tony?
Tow, still in his ruined suit with the arm in a sling, moves
past her into the apartment.
ELVIRA
What's happened?
Tony just stands there.
ELVIRA
Where's Frank?
TONY
Where do you think? Why don't you go
pack your stuff. We're going home.
Pause. She understands, moves quietly past him towards the
bedroom.
Tony ambles over to the windows and steps out on the terrace,
breathing in the air. The lights of Miami wink at his feet--
 101.

--the camera moving to one sign down there that says it all,
flashing its big neon bracelet --
THE WORLD IS YOURS
PAN AMERICAN. TO EUROPE, AFRICA, SOUTH AMERICA
Tony drinks it in.
CUT TO:
Montage - Passing Time:
MULTI-SCREEN IMAGES
Spin to lively, marching music.
HANDS
counting money.
HANDS
sealing cocaine bags, quaaludes, marijuana.

104 EXT. SOSA VILLA - DAY 104

Sosa on the phone in Bolivia.

105 INT. TONY'S MANSION - DAY 105

Tony on the phone in Miami.

106 EXT. MONTANO REALTY - DAY 106

Tony -- with Manny, GaSpar, and Ernie -- exits the Montana
Realty Company in Little Havana.

107 EXT. MONTANA DIAMOND TRADING COMPANY - DAY 107

Tony with Manny, Gaspar and Gigi enters the Montana Diamond
Trading Company in Little Havana.

108 EXT. GASPAR'S STREET - DAY 108

One of the Marielitos, is ambushed and blown up in his car.

109 EXT. BANK - DAY 109

 102.

Camera moving from a sign saying "Banco Del Sur Miami" 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 the sugar.
Tony shaking hands in an office with a young bank president
(to be seen again). They sit down to talk.

110 INT. TONY'S MANSION - DAY 110

Chi-Chi's on the phone worried with Gigi.

111 INT. MANNY'S APARTMENT - DAY 111

Manny's on the other end, with another lady friend, both

stripped down, the camera moving back down the telephone cord
to the receiver.

CUT TO:

112 INT. TAP TRAILER - DAY 112

The tap trailer simultaneous, the camera moving along the
tape spools to the two narks listening.

113 EXT. STASH HOUSE - NIGHT 113

Rafi, another Marielito, is led off in handcuffs from a

suburban stash house by the cops.
NEWSPAPER HEADLINES

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VIC, THE NEWSCASTER ON TV.

"135 drug-related homicides so far this year!"

NICK THE PIG

shaking down punk in Cuban park.

114 EXT. LITTLE HAVANA - NIGHT 114

Gina exits flashy car.

HANDS
 103.

stripping false bottoms from suitcases.

115 EXT. GINA'S BEAUTY SALON - DAY 115

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 her.

116 INT. MEN'S CLOTHING STORE - DAY 116

Manny buying a new suit.

117 INT. TONY'S MOTHER'S KITCHEN - DAY 117

Mama washing dishes, looking up at the clock.

118 INT. TONY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 118

Elvira snorting.

119 INT. AMUSEMENT ARCADE - DAY 119

And Hernando, another of the Marielitos, now sprawls dead

over a video machine in an amusement arcade.

120 EXT. MIAMI BEACH 120

and a bloated Cigi floats in from the ocean onto the lush
white surf of Miami Beach, alongside some kids playing with
their shovels.

121 INT. MORGUE - DAY 121

As the morgue piles up with rows of corpses, their tagged
toes ticking out from under the white sheets like used cars -
-
-- and the beat goes on.

CUT TO:

122 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - MORNING - DAY 122

In an exclusive area of Coral Gables, surrounded by walls,
security gates, acres of lawns and a guarded boat dock on a
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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.

123 EXT. TONY'S GROUNDS - SAME DAY 123

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,
extending a giant claw and licking himself.

Tony and Chi-Chi kidding around with the tiger.

INTERCUT TO:

124 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - GUARD HOUSE - DAY 124

Behind some nearby bushes, Gina and MaMy are making out in
the grass. They hear the sounds of Tony's voice, freeze,
making shushing signals, then almost laugh when they consider
their childish state

From their point of view, we see Tony leading the entourage

back to the mansion as Chi-Chi throws the Bengal his wedding
cake.

CUT TO:

125 INT. TONY'S MANSION OFFICE - DAY - MONTH LATER 125

Tony, accompanied by Marmy, walks a young, thirtyish bank
president into his office, which is rigged with video
 105.

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.
TONY
-- 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 --

BANKER
Hey, Tony, c'mon, that's crazy,
can't do --

TONY
That's too bad, 'cause --

BANKER
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.

TONY
You gonna what, Jerry?

BANKER
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
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.

TONY
Ten points!

MANNY
 106.

Hey, Tony, we go someplace else.

BANKER
Tony, Tony -- it's no conspiracy,
we're all doing it. You're not gonna
find a better deal.

TONY
Then fuck you, I'll fly the cash to
the Bahamas myself.

BANKER
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.
BANKER
Stay with us, you're an old and
well-liked customer. You're in good
hands with us -- gentlemen, I gotta
run. How's married life? Say hello
to the princess for me -- okay.
She's beautiful. See you. Take care.
Going. Tony watches, raging inside. He pulls a drawer open
and reaches for a private cocaine supply. It's the first
indication we have of this. As he snorts:

TONY
That prick, that WASP whore. That's
he think I am, some maricon come
over on a boat --

MANNY
So why don't we talk to this Jew
Seidelbaum? He's got his own
exchange, he charges four percent
tops -- and he's connected.
TONY
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
 107.

darkly, Tony hits the other nostril quickly, casually passing

the vial to Manny who does his hit.

TONY
(eyes wandering across to
another video monitor)
You get the house sweeped this
month? The cars?
MANNY
Yeah, sure, I told you that. Five
thousand it set us back.
TONY
See that cable truck there?

126 INT. TONY'S MANSION OFFICE - DAY - VIDEO MONITORS 126

Tony's eyes fixing on the cable TV truck parked across the

street. A man is hauling cable. There are other private gates
visible. The area is lush with gardens, Spanish moss,
cypresses and quietly respectable million dollar houses with
their Spanish tile roofs and balconies.

MANNY
Yeah?
TONY
Hey Manny when does it take days to
rig a cable, hunh?
THREE
Cops.
TONY
What if it's the Diaz brothers? What
if they're gonna come and get me?
MANNY
I'll check it out.

TONY
You check it out, then we're gonna
blow that fuckin' truck back to
Bogota.
MANNY
The truck could be anything. We're
not the only dopers living on the
block y'know.

TONY
 108.

Hey you got some attitude y'know

Manny -- for a guy in charge of my
security.
MANNY
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.
TONY
You worry about it, it lets me sleep
good at night. There's that fat guy
again.

Manny looks over at a jogger running by gate of the the

porcine quality, civilian-looking, fifties.
TONY
I seen him every day. 'Bout a week
now.
MANNY
So the guy jogs around the
neighborhood. He's some fat
accountant.

TONY
How the fuck do you know what he is?
MANNY
Hey if he's a cop don't you think
running in circles around a house is
a pretty dumb way to watch it?

TONY
Maybe not--
(walks away, stops, looks
back)
I’m telling you we're getting sloppy
-- our thinking -- our attitude.
We're not fucking hungry anymore!

CUT TO:

127 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING SHOT 127

128 INT. TONY'S MANSION - BATHROOM - NIGHT - CLOSE ON TELEVISION 128

COMMERCIAL
 109.

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 downtown Mimi as a backdrop.
Skyscrapers, glinting glass, cranes.

BANK SPOKESMAN
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 tomorrow.

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.

TONY
(to the TV)
Yeah that's 'cause for seventy-five
years you been fucking all of us
over, that's why.
(to Manny)
Somebody oughta do something about
these whores. Charging me ten points
on my money and they're getting away
with it! There's no laws anymore,
anything goes.

MANNY
Listen, these guys been here for a
thousand years. They got all the
angles figured.
Manny straddles a chair next to the tub watching the TV news
that was interrupted by the Florida Security Trust
commercial. Behind him Elvira's in a robe, fixing herself up
in front of a giant mirror.

It's some bathroom gigantic with a chandelier hanging in the

middle of it, rugs, Italian marble, plants, skylights, etc.
TONY
You know what capitalism is --
Getting fucked.
ELVIRA
A true capitalist if ever I met one.
She's doing a toot of coke off a flat mirror.
 110.

TONY
How 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.

ELVIRA
Nothing exceeds like excess. You
should know that Tony.

TONY
Know what? Why do you always got to
talk like that?
MANNY
(changing the subject)
So I had a pow-wow with this guy
Seidelbaum today. He checks out. I
got another meet set up.

TONY
When?
MANNY
Thursday ten o'clock. I thought I'd
take Chi-Chi with me. Do a million
and some change. Get my feet wet
with this guy.

TONY
That's a lot of wet. I'm not
Rockefeller. Not yet.
Tony points to a figure on the TV.

TONY
Hey, listen to this, guy's always
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."

NEWS ANCHORMAN
-- 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
 111.

legalizing and taxing them. These

voices say that will drive out the
organized crime element --
(pause for effect)
I am not one of those voices.
TONY
(responding)
What do you know -- you never been
right in your life, Vic baby --
(to Manny)
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 --

ELVIRA
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!
TONY
What's boring?
ELVIRA
You're boring. Money, money, money!
That's all I hear in this house.
Frank never talked about money.
TONY
'Cause Frank was dumb.
ELVIRA
You know what you've become Tony --
an arriviste, an immigrant spit
millionaire who can't stop talking
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.

TONY
What're you talking about, I worked
my ass off for all this.
(indicates the bathroom)

ELVIRA
(starts out)
 112.

It's too bad. Somebody should've

given it to you. You would've been a
nicer person.

TONY
Hey you know what your problem is
pussycat --

ELVIRA
(at the lip of the
bathroom)
What is my problem, Tony?
TONY
-- you got nothing to do with your
life that's what.
MANNY
Tony, c'mon--

TONY
Why don't you get a job y'know? Be a
nurse, work with blind kids, lepers,
open a stationery store, I don't
give a shit. Anything beats lying
around waiting for me to fuck you
all the time.

ELVIRA
(stung)
Don't toot your horn, honey, you're
not that good.
TONY
Frank was better?
ELVIRA
(quietly)
You're an asshole.
She goes.

TONY
(calling after her,
guilty)
Hey c'mon Elvie, whatta we fight
for, this is dumb!
He splashes the water in his tub and slams the TV shut.

MANNY
(watching)
I guess married life's not all that
it's cracked up to be, hunh, Chico?
 113.

A friendly smile but Tony just stares glumly after Elvira.

MANNY
(rises)
I gotta hot date --
TONY
(glaring into his
bathwater)
This Seidelbaum thing?

MANNY
Yeah?
TONY
Me and Nick'll take care of it. You
stay out of it.

MANNY
(very surprised)
Why! It's my deal.

TONY
You stink as a negotiator, that's
why. You like the ladies more'n you
do the money -- that's your problem
Manny.
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.

TONY
Junior partner.

MANNY
(catching)
Junior partner my ass!

TONY
I'm in charge. Do as I say. You go
to Atlanta, you handle the Gomez
delivery there.
MANNY
(a beat)
You oughta listen to your wife,
muchacho. You are an asshole.
He leaves, pissed, Tony mumbling to himself in his bath.
 114.

TONY
(to himself)
Fuck you too -- what do you know,
who the hell put things together --
me! Who do I trust -- me, that's who
--

DISSOLVE TO:

129 EXT. WAREHOUSE - ALONGSIDE MIAMI FREEWAY - DAY 129

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 CARRIERS INC."

130 INT. SEIDELBAUM OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - DAY 130

The office is bare and ugly, the furniture naugahyde black.

There's noise from an outer office, and people on phones,
moving, talking.

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
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
amounts. 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 coffee.

LUIS
-- yeah back then I worked in
pictures down in Columbia. I was in
that picture Burn, y'ever see it?
 115.

With Marlon Brando. We're good

friend. I was his driver --

NICK
(stacking)
Oh yeah?

LUIS
Yeah, in Caragena, they shot it
there -- Gillo Pontecorvo, he was
the director. Italian guy.
(pause)
Yeah, I also know Paul Newman. I
worked with him in Tucson.

NICK THE PIG

That so? Say, you know Benny Alvarez
there?
LUIS
Uh--

SEIDELBAUM
(interrupting to Tony)
Now you want a company check here
for $283,107.65?
TONY
(pause, checking his
fingers)
Uh -- I come up with 284.6
SEIDELBAUM
(pauses, looks again at
his figures)
No, that's just not possible. The
machine don't make mistakes.
TONY
Well, we'll count it again.

SEIDELBAUM
Oh Jesus!

TONY
Hey business is business. We're
talking $1500.

SEIDELBAUM
(exasperated)
Okay, you keep the change okay, I
don't give a shit.

TONY
 116.

Okay but I'll go through it again

with you.

Seidelbaum ignores it, counting up another stack.

SEIDELBAUM
Okay -- This check now, this one
goes to the --

TONY
Montana Realty Company.
NICK
(to Luis)
How come you don't know Benny
Alvarez?

DISSOLVE TO:

131 INT. SEIDELBAUM WAREHOUSE OFFICE - DAY 131

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 eyes.

SEIDELBAUM
We’re up to what?
LUIS
(consulting his notes)
Seven checks. A million three
hundred twenty-five and six hundred
twenty-three -- plus eighteen cents.

TONY
(grins)
Hey we're almost finished. Another
200 thousand and we can take a leak.
SEIDELBAUM
Yeah but this'll do fine.

Fulls a pistol from his ankle and rises.

SEIDELBAUM
You're under federal arrest,
Montana, for a continuing criminal
conspiracy. The Rico Statute. Get
'em up.
Tony astonished.
 117.

TONY
Oh shit -- You're not kidding hunh?
Eyes darting. Considering the options. The little fat man's
eyes are suddenly agile and mean. Tony reads them, lifts his
arms.
SEIDELBAUM
(to Luis)
Get it.
Luis moves around Tony to disarm him.

TONY
So how do I know you guys are cops?

Luis, produces a wallet with identification, shoves it under

Tony's nose.
LUIS
What's that say, asshole?
Insert: Photograph and Drug Enforcement Agency ID.

TONY
(impressed)
Hey that's good work, where can I
get one of those?

LUIS
Cabron! You call yourself Cuban? You
make a real Cuban throw up.

SEIDELBAUM
Looie! Cool it.

TONY
(unfazed; wiping the sweat
off)
Call your dog off, Seidelbaum. I
wanna call my lawyer.
SEIDELBAUM
Lotta good he's gonna do you
Montana. There's an eye there the
wall.
(points)
Say hi, honey --

132 INT. SEIDELBAUM'S WAREHOUSE OFFICE - DAY - REVERSE ANGLE ON 132

VIDEOTAPE
 118.

Blurry image of the men in the room. Tony is not that clear
an image as he glances briefly, uninterested, into the
camera.

TONY
Yeah, is that what you jerk off in
front of Seidelbaum?

NICK
Oh shit and I was supposed to meet
this chick at three. What a pain in
the ass.

SEIDELBAUM
(to camera)
Okay, Danny, turn it off.

The angle goes black.

BACK TO SCENE

SEIDELBAUM
(reciting the Miranda)
All right, Montana, you have the
right to remain silent. Anything you
say can be taken against you. You
have the --

TONY
(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
Alaska, Seidelbaum --

As they handcuff him --

DISSOLVE TO:

133 INT. TONY'S BATHROOM - DAY 133

"Drug King Posts Record $5 Million Bond" a front page photo

of Tony, Elvira, and Sheffield, the lawyer.

CUT TO:

134 INT. TONY'S BATHROOM - DAY 134

 119.

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.

CUT TO:

135 INT. LAWYER'S OFFICE - NIGHT 135

Tony is pacing nervously. Manny looks on. Red-headed
Sheffield rasps through a cloud of cigarette smoke behind his
desk.
SHEFFIELD
-- 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 get it.
TONY
What am I looking at?
SHEFFIELD
Five years, you'll be out in three,
maybe less if I can make a deal.
TONY
Three years in the can! For what!
For washing money? This whole
country's built out of washed money!

MANNY
Hey, Tony, what's three years? It's
not like Cuba here. It’s like going
to a hotel.

Tony shakes his head, grimacing like he's having an epileptic

fit.

SHEFFIELD
I'll delay the trial. A year and a
half, two years, you won't start
doing time till '85.

TONY
No -- no, they never get me back in
a cage -- never! Hey, George I go
another four hundred grand -- I go
800,000 dollars, okay? With that you
can fix the Supreme Court, hunh?
 120.

SHEFFIELD
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
taxi cab.
Tony paces back and forth like a tiger, corking his fury.
Abruptly coming to a decision, he whirls and leans across
Sheffield's desk.
TONY
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
me, y'hear? I'm gonna come and tear
your fuckin' eyeballs out.

Pause.
SHEFFIELD
(cool)
The point is made. Now where's the
money?

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.

CUT TO:

136 EXT. SOSA VILLA - BOLIVIA - DAY 136

Camera follows Tony with Ernie and Chi-Chi down the outside
gallery onto the veranda where Sosa is reclining with several
other men, all in casual clothes, enjoying their coffee after
lunch.
SOSA
(rising)
Tony -- Tony.
TONY
Alex.
 121.

They hug like they were the closest of friends.

SOSA
I'm glad you made it on such short
notice. I appreciate it. How‘s
Elvira?

TONY
She's okay. How's your wife?

SOSA
Three more months.
TONY
That's great.
SOSA
And you, when are you going to have
another Tony to take your place.
TONY
(sore point)
I'm working on it.
SOSA
I guess you'll have to work harder,
Tony.
They laugh, nervously. Sosa is a little more reserved with
him than before in tune with the other men at the meeting.
SOSA
Tony, come, I want you to meet some
friends of mine.
He smoothly guides Tony towards the group of men who rise.

SOSA
This is Pedro Quinn, chairman of
Andes Sugar here -- Tony Montana.

PEDRO QUINN
A pleasure, Mr. Montana.
Camera tracking through ad-lib introductions, the music
assuming a faint martial stride.
SOSA
General Eduardo Strasser, Commander
of the First Army Corps -- Tony
Montana.

The man is in civilian clothes.

 122.

SOSA
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 Brooks Brothers suit who stands.
SOSA
-- Charles Goodson -- a friend of
ours from Washington.
TONY
Hi --

GOODSON
How do you do, Mr. Montana--

He smells like a government guy. Sosa summons the black aide,

in a hushed voice.

SOSA
Nicky, have Alberto meet us in the
living room.

The black aide goes.

SOSA
(solicitous)
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
she's gone.
Sosa pulls up a chair right opposite Tony, almost touching
knees.
SOSA
Tony, I want to discuss something
that concerns all of us here --
TONY
Sure, Alex.

SQSA
Tony, you have a problem; we have a
problem -- I think we can solve both
our problems.
 123.

Tony waits.

SOSA
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 gaze
away.
TONY
And your problem, Alex?

Sosa looks around, stands up.

SOSA
Come, I'll show you.
Tony cautiously stands to follow him.

CUT TO:

137 INSERT - INT. SOSA VILLA LIVING ROOM - DAY - VIDEOTAPE - 137
MATOS STUDY
A "Phil Donahue-type" setting. A segment now in progress with
the "Donahue-type" interviewing Dr. Orlando Gutierrez.
Gutierrez is a young charismatic man, very well dressed and
polished in a South American manner who exudes a sense of
enormous passion.

GUTIERREZ
More than 10,000 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!

INTERVIEWER
I've heard whispers, Doctor
Gutierrez, about the financial
support your government receives
from the drug industry in Bolivia.
 124.

GUTIERREZ
The irony, of course, is that this
money -- which is in the billions,
Jim - - is coming from your country.
You are the major purchaser of our
national product -- which of course
is cocaine.
INTERVIEWER
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?

GUTIERREZ
(laughs)
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.
GUTIERREZ
-- 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 Switzerland. Now if he's supposed
to be the Bolivian Defense Minister,
what's he doing living in
Switzerland? Guarding the cash
register?
Laughter.

TONY
watching, touching his nose a lot, blowing it, hyped from the
coke usage.
SOSA
-- a Communist -- financed by
Moscow.
GUTIERREZ
 125.

holds up another photograph, insert the face on the TV

screen.
GUTIERREZ
--this is Alejandro Sosa.
Interesting 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 --

INTERVIEWER
What are you suggesting we do about
this, Doctor?

GUTIERREZ
(passionate)
The United States Government has to
stop supporting these fascist
gangsters that are running my
country, that is what your country
has to do. You have to set a strong
example by calling for the
observation of fundamental human
rights.

TONY
staring intently at him, reluctantly impressed.

GUTIERREZ
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.

SOSA
-- 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.
TONY
Yeah.
Sosa looks up.
 126.

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.

SOSA
You've met Alberto before?
TONY
(remains seated)
Sure. How could I forget?

SOSA
Alberto, you know Tony Montana -- my
partner from Florida.

Alberto nods icily, remains standing adjacent.

SOSA
(to Tony)
So you see Alberto 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 --
(then)
Is that a problem, Tony?
Tony looks around the faces, then:

TONY
That's no problem, Alex --

Alex nods, pleased.

Hold on Tony. He blows his nose again.

CUT TO:

138 INT. THE LAUNDRY RESTAURANT - MIAMI - NIGHT 138

A millionaire's place, like "The Forge" on Arthur Godfrey

Road.

Tony, Elvira, and Manny are shown to their table by the

maitre d'.
Tony, a little loaded, intersects a group of people at
another table and stops, putting his hand on a heavyset man's
shoulder.
TONY
 127.

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.

VIC
Oh, is that so?
TONY
Yeah. Hey, you know that two hundred
kilo DEA bust you was congratulating
the cops for on the toob the other
night?

VIC
Aren't you -- Tony Montana?

TONY
(beaming now, ignoring
Manny who comes to
retrieve him)
Yeah, that's me.
The half-dozen rich people in the dinner party are intrigued.

TONY
(waves to them)
Hi folks, don't get up. Anyway, Vic,
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, Vic, 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 Vic once more on the shoulder,
and leaves them murmuring.

MANNY
(reproving)
Hey, Tony, that's not cool, he's got
a lotta friends in --
TONY
I don't give a fuck. He's an ass-
hole! Never fucking tells the truth
on TV! That's the trouble in this
country. Nobody fucking tells the
truth!
 128.

Not caring if he's overheard, Tony seems to be in the grip of

an anguish he does not understand.

CUT TO:
TONY

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 wine,
cigars.
MANNY
So what's the big mystery, what
happened down there with Sosa?
TONY
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 and
drinking.
MANNY
The one thing we always stayed out
of was politics, Tony.
TONY
Yeah, so what do you think Emilio
Rebenga was? Politics or what?
Manny remembers.

TONY
No free rides in this world, kid.

MANNY
So who's this guy you brought back
with you, the guy who don't blink?

ELVIRA
What guy?
TONY
(to Manny)
You stay out of it. Run things down
here. I'll be up in New York next
week.

He takes a hit, unnoticed.

ELVIRA
(unheard)
 129.

What guy?

MANNY
(to Tony)
I don't like it.

TONY
You don't like it! It was you got me
into this mess in the first place
with that fuckin' Seidelbaum!

MANNY
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.

TONY
Why don't you eat your food, what's
wrong with it?
ELVIRA
I'm not hungry.

She quickly does one nostril with a quick, practiced movement

of her hand.

TONY
So what'd you order it for?
ELVIRA
I lost my appetite.
She does the other nostril. Tony looking at her. One beat.
Two beats. He passes a silent burp.

MANNY
(trying to shift the mood)
So what about the trial? I heard
Sheffield thinks he can get a new
postponement --

Tony, bleary-eyed now and drunk, continues to look at Elvira,

then away, encompassing the restaurant.
TONY
(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
 130.

liver's got spots and you're looking

like these rich fuckin' mummies in
here? Is that what it's all about?
MANNY
It's not so bad Tony, could be worse
--
TONY
(doesn't hear)
-- 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!

MANNY
(gently)
Tony, you're drunk.

TONY
-- 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 baby!

Elvira reacts wanting to kill. She gets up and dumps her

plate filled with food on him. Slop drips all over him.

ELVIRA
You sonofabitch! You fuck!
They got a black tie audience now. The waiter tipping around
to clean up the mess. Tony slowly wiping the food off
himself.
ELVIRA
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
 131.

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,
you're dreaming!
The audience is hushed, involved, the camera moving over the
faces of Vic and his rich friends.

Tony acidly quiet, looks around at the people, back to her.

TONY
Sit down before I kill you.
ELVIRA
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 that?
(in a softer tone)
Oh Tony don't you see? Don't you see
what we've become? We're losers,
honey, we're not winners, we're
losers --

Silence. Tony's fury has passed. So has Elvira's. There's

this awkwardness all of a sudden like two actors who forgot
their lines.

TONY
(softly)
Go on, get a cab home,you're stoned.
(to Manny)
Manny.

ELVIRA
No, I'm not stoned Tony. You're
stoned. You're so stoned you don't
even know it.

TONY
All right I'm stoned. Manny.

MANNY
(rising, trying to put his
arm on Elvira)
Come on, baby.

ELVIRA
 132.

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
shit anymore.

Pause. She starts wobbling out. Past the silent spectators,

their eyes moving between her and Tony.
Manny rises to follow.

TONY
Let her go! Another quaalude and
she'll love me again.

Stumbling once, Elvira disappears out the door. Tony's eyes

follow her. Pause.

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.

TONY
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.
TONY
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 me.
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.

TONY
So say goodnight 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
 133.

star and then the audience begins to buzz with horror and
delight.
CUT TO:

139 EXT. GUITERREZ' STREET - NEW YORK - NIGHT 139

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.

Tony looks:
ERNIE

down the street at the intersection of the avenue, surveying

traffic, signals okay.

CHI-CHI
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
under.

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.

ERNIE
signals.

TONY
sees it.

A cop car comes cruising off the avenue up the street,

towards us.

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.
 134.

TONY
(Spanish)
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.

TONY
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.

FEMALE COP
Why don't you check the ASPCA okay?
They handle that stuff --

TONY
The ASPCA? What's that? Jesus,
that's not the place where they chop
these dogs up is it?
FEMALE COP
(in a hurry)
Look it up in the Yellow Pages okay,
buddy.
(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.

TONY
Hey smiley, come on outta there,
you're under arrest!

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.
SHADOW
(Spanish)
What the fuck you doing!
TONY
(winks)
Hey that was close, hunh?
 135.

CUT TO:

140 EXT. GUITERREZ' STREET - NEW YORK - DAY - EARLY NEXT MORNING 140
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.

141 INT. PHONE BOOTH - NEW YORK - DAY 141

At the phone booth up the cornet, Tony unshaven, bleary-eyed

is rapping on the phone.

TONY
-- Yeah, yeah -- nah, nah -- you
tell 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 up

the phone again, starts dialing.

142 INT. TONY'S NEW YORK SEDAN - DAY 142

In the sedan, the Shadow peers over, angry, at Tony.

SHADOW
(Spanish)
What the fuck's he doing now! That
sonofabitch --

143 INT. PHONE BOOTH - NEW YORK - DAY 143

In the booth, Tony, snorting another nostril, moves back and

forth as the phone rings at the other end. Finally she picks
up,

ELVIRA'S VOICE
Yes?

TONY
Hello baby, how's Baltimore? Hey
look Elvie, I been thinkin' 'bout
us, you know and --

The phone goes dead. Furious he slams it back down, stalks

back out to the sidewalk.
 136.

144 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 144

He gets in the driver's seat. The Shadow's next to him with

the radio transmitter, Chi-Chi, in the back. Tony, 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 Chinese food.
The Shadow, disgusted with all this mess, restrains himself,
staring out at the street with a hate-filled expression,
saying nothing.
CHI-CHI
(concerned)
Everything okay Tony?
TONY
Yeah roses. Where is this fuckin'
guy? I don't got all day to piss
away.

CHI-CHI
Probably fucking his wife.
(eating pizza)
Jeezus it's cold.

145 EXT. THEIR POINT OF VIEW THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 145

The door of the brownstone. No movement. Though now there's

increasing traffic on the street and passing pedestrians.

TONY
-- we oughta shoot him when he comes
out the door, save a lotta bullshit.

146 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 146

CHI-CHI
What's so important about this guy
anyway? What's he a Communist?

TONY
(snorting through his
mouth)
Nah he's no Communist. He's a kinda
symbol, that's what he is.
CHI-CHI
What the fuck's that mean -- symbol?

TONY
 137.

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 mirror.

CHI-CHI
(nods his head somberly)
Yeah?
TONY
Me, I wanna die fast. With my name
written in lights all over the sky.
Tony Montana. He died doin' it.

CHI-CHI
Whatcha talking 'bout Tony, you
ain't gonna die.

TONY
(doesn't hear him)
...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.

Pause.
TONY
(nervous, to Ernie)
Ernie, what time?
ERNIE
Ten to.

TONY
(opening his door)
I gotta call Manny.

He starts out the door. The Shadow barks out something in

peremptory Spanish.

SHADOW
(Spanish)
Sit down!

TONY
 138.

Hey, you don't tell me what to do,

you --
CHI-CHI
Tony, he's coming!

147 EXT. MATOS' STREET - DAY 147

Tony looks around, sees:

Matos coming out the door, briefcase in hand.

Tony gets back in the car.

148 EXT. THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 148

Matos gets into his sedan a quarter block down from his front
door.

149 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 149

Tony staring.
The Shadow, most excited of all, like a panther that just
spotted his prey, eyes alive for the first time.

150 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 150

Matos sits there warming up his car, looking back at the

brownstone.

151 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 151

SHADOW
(Spanish, excited)
-- The UN -- right in front of it.
In the daylight. That's the way they
want it.

Tony breaks open a fresh vial.

TONY
(English)
Hey okay I don't give a shit where,
okay, you can blow him up when you
like okay, just tell me okay -- when
you like.
 139.

The chatter comes out jagged, irritating the Shadow who

doesn't understand Tony's English anyway.
SHADOW
(Spanish; to Chi-Chi)
What's he saying! You tell him stay
inside thirty metres of the car okay
-- no more you just stay inside
thirty metres.
TONY
(English)
Hey okay I heard you the the first
time. One time okay. Just tell me
one time.
(snorts)

SHADOW
(Spanish)
I tell you thirty metres okay! You
understand, madre de dios, why this
hop-head is driving!
CHI-CHI
Okay, okay.
TONY
(English)
Okay, okay, cool it willya all
right.

152 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 152

Mates pulls his car out of the parking space.

Tony puts his car in gear, prepares to pull out when:

Matos stops his car, backs up, in the direction of his front
door.
TONY
What the ---

Matos comes to a halt, double-parked, honks.

153 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 153

TONY
(to Chi-Chi)
What's he doing? Where's he going?
 140.

154 EXT. MATOS' BROWNSTONE - SIDEWALK - DAY 154

The wife opens the door, steps out, followed, moments later,
by two schoolchildren, books in hand. Matos waves to them to
come along.

155 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 155

Tony looks astonished, back at Chi-Chi.

TONY
What the fuck! You said the wife
took ‘em in the other car.

CHI-CHI
She did boss. She did it every
fucking day, I swear!

156 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 156

The two children are now climbing in the back of Matos’
sedan, the wife getting into the passenger seat. They drive
off.

157 INT. TONY’S SEDAN - DAY 157

Tony, upset now, goes to his vial, snorts, turns sharply to
the Shadow.

TONY
Hey Chico, no fuckin' way! No wife,
no kids! We hit this fuckin' guy we
hit him alone okay.
SHADOW
(SPANISH)
No! Mr. Sosa says we do it now. We
do it.

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.
TONY
-- aw fuck this, this fuckin'
asshole!
Chi-Chi, in the back, looks on worried.
 141.

158 EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY - FOLLOWING MATOS SEDAN 158
through Manhattan, 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.
SHADOW
(to himself, Spanish)
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.

TONY
(muttering)
-- this is fuckin' crazy, man, this
is sloppy doing it this way, you
don't do it like this --
He honks furiously at a cab that tries to cut him off.

159 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 159

Tony, intense at the wheel, sneezing, his nose running.

SHADOW
(equally tense, in
Spanish)
You're losing them! There! That
street, they go that street!

TONY
I see 'im! I see ‘im!

SHADOW
(Spanish)
Thirty metres! Thirty metres! Go!
Go!
 142.

TONY
Shut the fuck up!

Honking like a madman and accelerating past a truck.

TONY
-- what am I doing? What the fuck am
I doing here?

160 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 160

Mato’s sedan pulling off at 47th and Second Avenue heading

for the United Nations building which now appears at the end
of the street.

161 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 161

SHADOW
(Spanish)
Okay, now -- now. Right here. Easy!
Easy.
The decoder.

Tony snorts.
TONY
(muttering)
-- Aw fuck you, you fuckin' vulture
--
The Shadow in stark profile.

His finger depresses the first key of the decoder.

162 UNDER MATOS' CAR - DAY 162

The bomb pulsing red light.

163 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 163

The Gutierrez sedan pulls off the sidestreet into the thick
of First Avenue traffic, approaching the striking facade of
the United Nations.

164 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 164

The Shadow is in a full sweat.
 143.

SHADOW
(Spanish)
-- 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.

TON?
(muttering)
Two kids in the car, Jesus Christ!

165 UNDER GUTIERREZ' CAR - DAY 165

The bomb jarred by a bump, pulsing red light.

166 THROUGH TONY'S WINDSHIELD - DAY 166

Gutierrez' sedan inches its way out of the traffic and eases
along the curb.

167 INT. TONY'S SEDAN - DAY 167

Tony honking his way through traffic after them, building to
a climax with himself.
TONY
(muttering)
-- 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.

Honk, honk.
SHADOW
Shut up!
CHI-CHI
(suddenly panicked)
He's gonna get out! Hurry up, hurry
the fuck up!

TONY
(ignoring all the
commotion)
-- makes you feel good, hunh?
Killing the wife and the kids. Big
man. Well fuck you! What do you
 144.

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.
TONY
You die, motherfucker!

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.
CHI-CHI
Oh Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! What
the --
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.
TONY
(continuing to mutter)
-- 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
stupid fuck!

CUT TO:

168 EXT. JFK AIRPORT - THAT NIGHT 168

Planes roaring.

169 INT. JFK AIRPORT 169

Chi-Chi waiting in a busy lounge covering Tony on the phone;
Tony's still wearing the same clothes with patches of blood
on them.
TONY
Ernie? Where the fuck you been?

ERNIE'S VOICE
 145.

I had a delivery. Tony, everything

go okay, whatsa --
TONY
Puck no? Where the hell's Manny? I
been calling all over.
ERNIE'S VOICE
I don't know, Tony. He's been gone
last couple of days. Didn't say
nothing.
TONY
What! Where! I left that sonofabitch
in charge! What the hell is going on
here, can't I trust anybody anymore.

ERNIE'S VOICE
I don't know, Tony, he just took
off, y'know, he didn't say nothing -
- you all right?
TONY
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'
place!

ERNIE'S VOICE
When you coming back, Tony?
TONY
Tonight!
(repeating to himself)
Where the hell is that cocksucker? I
can't trust nobody no more. You
think just 'cause I'm a nice guy --
ERNIE'S VOICE
Uh, Tony, your mama called. Gina's
gone. She got to see you right away.
TONY
Gina's gone? Where! Oh fuck! Tell
her I'll be there tonight. Okay?
ERNIE'S VOICE
Right.
TONY
(about to hang up, pauses)
uh -- how 'bout Elvie -- did she
call?
 146.

ERNIE'S VOICE
(a beat)
No.
TONY
Yeah, okay, okay -- listen if she
calls, tell her I love her, okay?

ERNIE'S VOICE
Yeah, okay Tony.
Tony hangs up. A moment of despair. Then he snorts another
spoon and snaps back
CUT TO:

170 EXT. AIRPORT - NIGHT 170

Plane taking off.

CUT TO:

171 EXT. TONY'S MANSION - THAT NIGHT 171

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.

172 INT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT 172

Ernie meets them at the door.

TONY
Hear from Manny?

ERNIE
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 --
TONY
Yeah, yeah, yeah -- Chi-Chi, get him
on the line. In the office.

Chi-Chi goes.
TONY
What about Elvie -- anything?
 147.

Ernie shakes his head.

TONY
You keep trying Manny. I need that
cocksucker, you hear, I need him
here! Okay?
ERNIE
Right, Tony.
Tony stalks off, towards his office.

173 INT. TONY'S OFFICE 173

Amid his computer space games and half-dozen televisions and
stereos, Tony picks up the ringing phone.
TONY
Yeah? Hi. Mami.
The other phone is ringing. Her voice on the phone sounds
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.

TONY
(into the phone)
Yeah, all right. I hear you. No
problem, okay. I'll be there!
He hangs up, snorts, then pushes the button Chi-Chi
indicates. The telephone should be the latest in gimmickry.

TONY
-- so whaddaya say Alex?

Pause. The voice at the other end is very controlled, very

cold.

SOSA'S VOICE
So what happened Tony?
TONY
(casual)
Oh we had some problems.
SOSA'S VOICE
Yeah I‘heard.
TONY
How'd you hear?
 148.

SOSA'S VOICE
'Cause our friend gave a speech
today at the UN. He wasn't supposed
to give that speech.

TONY
(shrugs)
Yeah, well, your guy Alberto was a
piece of shit, he didn't do what I
said so I cancelled his fuckin'
contract.

Pause at the other end.

SOSA'S VOICE
My partners and I are pissed off.
TONY
Hey Alex, no big deal. There's
plenty other "Albertos" so I'll
deliver the goods next month.
SOSA'S VOICE
(suddenly angry and
letting Tony know)
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
on me and my partners. There's not
gonna be a next time. You blew it,
you fuckin' dumb cocksucker!
TONY
Hey, you don't talk to me like that!
Who do you ---
SQSA’ S VOICE
(simultaneous)
I told you a long time ago, 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.

TONY
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.

 149.

TONY
The fucking nerve of that guy!

In the cavernous silence of the room, he listlessly turns to

another line of coke.
CUT TO

174 EXT. MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 174

Tony in the backseat in his white Corniche staring straight

ahead. Ernie driving, Chi-Chi with him.

175 EXT. MOTHER'S HOUSE - SOUTHWEST MIAMI - NIGHT 175

The bulletproof white Corniche pulls up, Ernie and Chi-Chi
getting out first, checking the street, Tony following
quickly.
TONY
(to Chi-Chi)
You try Manny again. Gimme five
minutes.

He hurries towards the house.

176 INT. MOTHER'S HOUSE - NIGHT 176

Mama is angry and ravaged with worry, made weaker than

previously, as if overwhelmed by events.

MAMA
-- 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.
TONY
The Grove? Where'd she get that
kinda money?
MAMA
You ! You were giving her the money,
what do you think -- don't you see
what you do to her, don't you --

TONY
I never gave her that kinda money.
MAMA
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Yes, you did! One time one. thousand

dollars you gave her!

TONY
Mama, was there a guy with her?

MAMA
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, she --
Tony's face filling with the old wrath, he grips his mother
by the shoulders.

TONY
Where's this house, tell me!

MAMA
Four hundred something. Citrus
Drive. Four hundred nine. You gotta
talk to her Tony, she don't listen
to me anymore. She says to me 'Shut
up! Mind your own business.' Exactly
like you do to me. Ever since you
come back, she's been getting this
way.
He turns to leave but she clings to his arm.

MAMA
Don't you see what you do to her?
Don't you see? Why do you have to
hurt everything you touch, why do
you --
TONY
(shakes himself loose,
turns on her)
No! You know why she left, Mama? Not
'cause of me. 'Cause of you

MAMA
Me?

TONY
Yeah, it's you drove her nuts with
your nagging and bitchin'.

MAMA
(interrupting)
Nagging and bitchin'? I only demand
a little respect and dignity in this
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house, is that why I am nagging and

bitchin'?

TONY
(continuing)
-- and you did the same thing to me.
I wasn't this, I wasn't that --
never good enough for you. I never
felt nothing from you, Mama --
nothing!

MAMA
(interrupting)
-- because I was putting food on the
table, because I suffered for both
of you --

TONY
First time I ever needed you, where
were you?

MAMA
Where was I?
TONY
--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. Where were
you?

MAMA
(interrupzg)
You sin verguenza. From the time you
were five, you gave me heartbreak
and humiliation and shame --

TONY
That's right! That's right. What did
you expect!

MAMA
(interrupting)
-- that's what you brought into this
house. If I were to listen to you,
you would convert my house into your
gangster headquarters --
TONY
-- What do you expect now? To be
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loved? You got no love in you, Mama.

What do you think Papi left for? And
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.

MAMA
(interrupting)
Somebody? You're proud? You're a
nothing. You're an animal!
(Escoria!)
Tony storms out of the door as Mama pursues.

MAMA
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 a monster, such an
ugly little monster --
As Tony slams the door, we hold a beat on her face as if she
had finally answered her own questions.

177 EXT. MOTHER'S HOUSE 177

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.
CUT TO:

178 EXT. HOUSE - COCONUT GROVE - THAT NIGHT 178

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.

Tony, seething, snorts another line of coke laid out on the

crystal bar dividing the backseat, and rewed, goes.
TONY
(to Chi-Chi)
Wait here.
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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.
Hold the pause. The door opens casually. Standing is Manny
with a towel around his waist.
MANNY
(surprised)
Tony?
Tony stares, stunned.

Gina now comes into view behind Manny in a bathrobe, a big

smile of welcome for her brother.

GINA
Tony!
(eyes suddenly moving
downward in alarm)

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.
MANNY
Hey Tony, c'mon we was --
The gun fires.

GINA
Tony! No!

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.

GINA
Manny!

She goes down to her knees, stunned out of her mind, shakes
him.
GINA
Manny!
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She looks up, insanely, at Tony, her eyes huge with

disbelief.
GINA
You killed him?
Shaking her head at him incredulously.

GINA
We got married just yesterday. We
were gonna surprise you.

Tony stands there, doubly stunned by the news.

GINA
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.
Chi-Chi hurrying up to Tony, worried somebody's seen the
shooting. Ernie follows.

CHI-CHI
Tony, come on. We gotta get out of
here.
(to Gina)
Come on baby -- Gina!
Suddenly she goes berserk.

GINA
Noooooooooooo!

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, numbed.

Chi-Chi and Ernie have a demon on their hands. They manage at

last to yank her off Tony, kicking and continuing to scream.

179 EXT. NANNY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 179

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.

ERNIE
(to Chi-Chi)
Get the body!
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Tony, back at the door, looks down again.

The eyes of Manolo staring sightlessly.

Chi-Chi runs back, grabs Tony.

CHI-MI
Tony!

Pulls him. Tony snaps out of it.

TONY
Yeah!
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 Manny 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 Manny in
f.g., the music surging inexorably.

GINA
Manny! Manny! No!

CUT TO:

180 EXT. MIAMI STREETS - NIGHT 180

The white Corniche whistles by like a hearse heading for
hell.

181 EXT. TONY'S MANSION GROUNDS - THAT NIGHT 181

It goes roaring by the front gate and up the driveway, gravel

flying.
The camera curving to reveal two sedans inching up the
shadowed street, towards us, their lights out. The cars stop.
Eight men emerge silently, blending into the shadows of the
trees.

182 INT. TONY'S MANSION - NIGHT 182

Tony, scratches across his face, strides through the front
door into the marble foyer. Another Marielito is waiting for
them at the door.
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Ernie and Chi-Chi are almost carrying Gina, who is numb with
shock.

CHI-.CHI
What do we do with her Tony?
TONY
Do what? Where? Put her upstairs.
Put her in my bedroom.
(to Gina)
It'll be all right, pussycat, you'll
see everything'll 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, upset but
passive. They trundle her up the stairs. Tony turns and walks
away.

183 INT. TONY'S OFFICE - NIGHT 183

Tony slumps on his couch. A haze of coke rises off the 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.

CHI-CHI
We got some pills into her, she's
cooling down.

Tony pays no attention, Ernie and Chi-Chi noticing the pile

of coke.
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.

CHI-CHI
(worried)
Boss, what we gonna do now?
TONY
Do? We're gonna war that's what we
gonna do. We gonna eat Sosa for
breakfast. We're gonna close that
fucker down.

Ernie and Chi-Chi sharing a look.

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CHI-CHI
(eyeing the coke)
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

follows.

Tony starts on another trek along the coffee table.

CUT TO:

184 EXT. TONY'S MANSION GROUNDS - LATER THAT NIGHT 184

The Bengal tiger paces his spot, restless.

A monsoon-like wind blows through the trees on the estate.

The monkeys listen quietly.

The flamingoes 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 go.

And we see Tony, in long shot, throw open the terrace doors
and stagger out onto the balcony, overlooking his estate.
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.
TONY
(insensate)
-- 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
echoes back at him. The wind rustling the treetops. Tony
shaking his head at himself, He starts to cry!

TONY
-- 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 --
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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 view,
checks the gate, turns. Suddenly two figures spring out at
him. One of them garrotting the Marielito. He struggles.

Another monitor now reveals two more figures moving into the
interior of the guard shack. They knife the other Marielito
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
incoherent.
(X

TONY
-- 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:

TONY
-- 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 --

185 INT. TONY'S MANSION - OFFICE 185

As he crosses into his office, the camera moves to reveal
Gina standing there half-dressed in the doorway, her eyes
blazing with hatred.
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Tony sees her.

She steps forward, offering her body almost naked to her

brother.

GINA
Is this what you want Tony?
Tony shocked.

GINA
You can't stand another man touching
me. So you want me Tony, that it? is
Well here I am --
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.

GINA
I’m all yours Tony, I’m all yours
now.

Bullets ripping into the desk. She advances, offering her

sex, methodically shooting out the clip at rhythmic
intervals.

GINA
Come and get me Tony. Before it's
too late.

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.

GINA
Come on Tony, fuck me! 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:

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.
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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 pool below.

Ernie runs into view on the far side of the pool, spots Tony,
yells up.
ERNIE
Tony, they're everywhere! Get outta
here!
Ernie suddenly wheels, hit in the face, by a burst of
silencer bullets.
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.
ony, 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.
TONY
(gently)
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.
TONY
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 of
the office. Tony finally hears it, looks up, then over at the
monitors.
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One of them reveals Chi-Chi standing there outside the door

pounding it.
CHI-CHI
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.
TONY
Cheeee!

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, intends to beat them to the punch,
talking to himself.

TONY
So you wanna play hunh, say hello to
my little friend here.

Karroooomph!
The rocket tears down the door and blows the Columbian punks
off the landing into the foyer. It sounds like Armageddon,
one of the hitters screaming, smoke billowing wildly.
Tony, at the height of his mad glory, steps out at the apex
of the stairs, firing his machine gun and yelling.
TONY
Whores! Cowards! You think you can
kill me with lousy bullets hunh?
He fires now. Left. Right.

A hitter tumbles down the left-hand stair.

Another hitter tumbles down the right-hand stair.

TONY
Who you think I am? I kill all you
fuckin' assholes. I take you all to
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fuckin' hell!
Left. Right.

Another hitter drops, screaming, off the stairs into the pool
below.
A grenade goes off. Tony is hit again, but keeps on firing
away. Laughing like a madman.
TONY
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.

TONY
Ha ha ha ha ha! You whores, you
scum, I piss in your faces!!!! Ha ha
ha ha ha!!
The Skull, now inches from Tony's back, pulls the trigger and
blows Tony's spine out his belly.

Tony crashes forward over the banner 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.

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.
THE END