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Monthly Archive for May, 2012

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 11

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder”, “Fort Apache, The Bronx”, “Boys From Brazil” and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT FOUR (CONT)

A FOOTBALL

flies across the field. Burke runs under it and sprints for the goal line, but Billy Lyons comes out of nowhere, knocks him down and grabs his flag.It’s the big game, NYPD versus NYFD and the field is packed. On the Fireman side the crowd cheers wildly.

ON THE POLICE SIDELINE

Putts screams for a penalty.

        PUTTS
Personal foul. This is flag
football, you can’t grab the
man.

        BILLY
Next thing you’re gonna be
sayin’ we gotta wear leotards.

The fire rooters screams derisively. Putts calls a time-out.

IN A RICKETY GRANDSTAND

Keats and Nieves are watching.

        NIEVES
Good job holding onto the
ball.

        KEATS
I told you, Jerry’s a tough
kid. He stepped up big time
on that cocaine bust.

        NIEVES
That was bizarre. Precinct
cops nail a guy the feds
couldn’t get. Did you guys
get somethin’ off an
informant?

        KEATS
No, it was an accident. They
were in there on that assault
case. Zazulich, the Russian
girl, sussed it out and played
it by ear. Unbelievable, huh?

        NIEVES
Unbelievable as in I don’t
believe it.

ON THE SIDELINE

Lena and Olga watch the game and gossip about the cops.

        OLGA
Jerry’s waiting for his
divorce to be final, then
we’re gonna move in.

        LENA
Derek is very graceful.

        OLGA
He’s a sweetie. I think he
likes you.

        LENA
And Third doesn’t socialize?

        OLGA
Third is very married. Three
kids and wife who watches
him like a hawk.

        LENA
(casual)
And the Lieutenant.

        OLGA
Keats? Sad story. His wife
died a coupla years ago. The
kids blamed him for not
retiring and taking her away
somewhere. They don’t talk to
him. He’s alone.

Lena looks at Keats with great sympathy

        LENA
He has a beautiful expression.
Full of suffering, but very
beautiful.

ON THE FIELD

Bagels repels the pass rush again as Derek completes a pass to Third. Then he turns and pleads to Putts.

        BAGELS
I’m dyin’ here. Give me a
blow.

        PUTTS
You’re stayin’ in until we
score

.
Putts turns to Vulvani who hasn’t clue what he’s talking about.

        PUTTS (cont’d)
Y’see that’s what I mean by
evaluating talent. This man
never lifted anything heavier
than a knish in his life, but
I spotted him right away.

Vulvani has a handful of BLUE JERSEYS with CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH emblazoned on the back and a large BLUE FISH fish with shark like teeth on the front. He approaches Daniella and Josephine, who are cheering “Go Dad. Go Bluefish..”

        VULVANI
Here girls, take. Don’t worry
I’m the sponsor. I am the
best booster. Next week…
caps.

IN THE HUDDLE

Bagels is throwing up. The men push him out of the huddle.

        CONTI
Gimme the ball, Lemme do
somethin’ heroic for my
girls.

        DEREK
Alright, let’s run the hook
and ladder.

        SLOAN
He can’t run, he took a
bullet in his leg.

        CONTI
Just clear these smoke eaters
out, I’ll make it.

ON THE SIDELINE

Olga teaches Lena and the Conti girls a quick cheer.

        OLGA
Hit ‘em high/Hit ‘em low/
Rock ‘em Bluefish/ Go go
go…

THE HUDDLE

breaks. Sloan and Conti bicker as they line up.

        SLOAN
Why does everything have to
revolve around you?

        CONTI
I’m goin’ through a difficult
divorce. I have self esteem
issues, loyalty, commitment.
You think my best friend
would want to help…

        SLOAN
Of course, somehow this
becomes my fault.

        DEREK
Hike!

A charging FIREMAN knocks Sloan down, but he gets up and sprints downfield, Conti laboring behind him.

        DEREK (cont’d)
Donnie!

Sloan turns just in time for the ball to thump into his chest. A FIREMAN comes in hot pursuit, but Third levels him with a vicious block. Then Conti, runs up.

        CONTI
Donnie, here!

Sloan laterals the ball to Conti and is knocked face first into the mud by Billy Lyons, who then takes off after Conti. Everybody stands and urges Conti on as Billy gains on him. Sloan staggers downfield, screaming:

        SLOAN
Run…

Conti’s knee buckles, but he makes it into the end zone with a broad smile as Sloan comes up behind him, shouting

        SLOAN (cont’d)
Touchdown!

The two hi five, victoriously.

FREEZE ON SLOAN AND CONTI

THE END

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 10

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder”, “Fort Apache, The Bronx”, “Boys From Brazil” and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT FOUR (CONT)

INT. SILHOUETTE CLUB. NIGHT. (CROSSCUT TO DETECTIVE CAR)

Burke is in a dark corner on a cell phone. Across the room he can see Lupo and PATRICK, his partner, talking to Lena. He waves to Lupo. Lupo waves back.

        BURKE
He’s got this guy Patrick
with him. Coupla other guys.

AT THE BAR

Lupo is flirting with Lena, while Patrick and other HOODS loom behind.

        LUPO
How do you know Sammy?

        LENA
My husband is on the same
cell block. They play soccer
football every day.

        LUPO
Sammy loves to play soccer.
What’s his name your husband,
Misha?

        LENA
Marty. He’s American.

        LUPO
Sammy never talked about a
Marty. I’ll have to talk to
Sammy first, you know,
before we do business. You
understand?

        LENA
Sure, but I have to score
tonight, so I’ll go to
someone else. Catch you
next time.

        LUPO
You’re in a big hurry, huh?

        LENA
I have to take care of people
upstate. Nobody wants to wait,
you know how it is.

        LUPO
Got the money?

        LENA
I brought for two keys.
Twenty eight Sammy said.

        LUPO
Twenty eight’s for steady
customers. Forty for new
business.

        LENA
I can do that.

Opens her bag. Shows him the money.

INT. DETECTIVE CAR. NIGHT.

Sloan and Conti are putting on KEVLAR BULLETPROOF VESTS. Sloan is on the cell phone on a conference call.

        SLOAN
Jerry says he’s got a
little office. Probably
take her in there.

INT. VAN. NIGHT.(CROSS CUT DETECTIVE CAR)

Derek and Third are checking their “nines…”

        DEREK
Once she gets out of our
sight we give it five
minutes and then go in.

        SLOAN
We don’t know what’s goin’
on behind closed doors.
Maybe he’s just talkin’.

        DEREK
Maybe he’s killin’ her.

        SLOAN
Only takes a second to kill
somebody, Derek, We gotta
trust her like she said.

INT. DETECTIVE CAR.(CROSS CUT INT. SILHOUETTE AND OTHER CARS)

Conti’s cell rings. It’s Burke.

        BURKE
They’re movin’. He took her
out the back way. He’s got a
black Range Rover.

        CONTI
Derek, go down Aveue X.
We’ll slide over and drive
past him and tell you which
way he’s headin’. Then you
pick up the tail.

        PUTTS
Hang with him awhile, then
hand him off to us.

THE DETECTIVE CAR

makes a sharp left onto a narrow street.

IN THE CAR

Conti spots them.

        CONTI
There they are.

The RANGE ROVER pulls out of an alley in front of them. Their headlights pick up Lena in the front seat. Sloan cuts his lights and pulls to the curb, as if parking. Conti talks into his phone.

        CONTI (CONT’D)
They’re headin’ west onto
Avenue X.

EXT. VAN. NIGHT.

Third sees the Rover pulling out ahead.

        THIRD
We got ‘em.

IN THE SEDAN

Bagels turns onto a broad thoroughfare.

        PUTTS
We’re goin’ west on Avenue
V.

EXT. STREET. NIGHT.

The Rover turns onto a narrow side street.

IN THE VAN (CROSSCUT WITH OTHER CARS)
Derek gets on the phone.

        DEREK
They’re goin’ up West Fourth,
toward the ocean.

        SLOAN
We’ll get them on Neptune.

EXT. NEPTUNE AVE. NIGHT.

The Detective Car drives up just as the Range Rover turns onto the street.

IN THE DETECTIVE CAR

        SLOAN
Got ‘em…

EXT. TWO FAMILY HOUSE. NIGHT.

The Rover parks in front. Lena, Kenny, Patrick and another HOOD get out. The Detective Car drives past.

IN THE DETECTIVE CAR

        CONTI
We all on the same page?

        DEREK
Here.

        PUTTS
I see ‘em.

        CONTI
Jerry, can you cover the
back?

INT. BURKE’S CAR. NIGHT.(CROSSCUT WITH OTHER CARS)

Olga slips into jeans and sneakers as she drives. Burke is on the cell phone.

        BURKE
Got it.

LIGHTS go on in the second floor of the house.

EXT. BACK YARD. NIGHT.

Burke and Olga climb over a wall.They drop into a pool of light from the second story window, then dart quickly into the shadows. Olga checks her WATCH. It’s 10:51.

IN BLACK…11;42;06..

Conti whispering…”No, baby, I did not push you into the closet…

INT. DETECTIVE CAR. NIGHT.

Conti on the cell phone.

        CONTI
I asked you to step in as a
personal favor to me.

        SLOAN
Doin’ it in the closet now?

        CONTI
I’m on the job right now.
You don’t believe me, ask
Donnie. Tell her.

And hands Sloan the phone.

        SLOAN
Boy, could I screw you up…
(into the phone)
Hi, Betty, Donnie. We are on
a stakeout. We’re lookin’ to
lock somebody up. No, nobody
you know… Thanks, you’re
sweet.
(disconnects)
She says you can call her
until one. She also says how
come all the good guys are
married.

Conti’s PHONE BEEPS.

        CONTI
Maybe this is Sandra…Oh,
Derek…

INT. VAN. NIGHT.(CROSSCUT WITH OTHER CARS)

        DEREK
It’s been a half hour. What
do we do?

        CONTI
We wait. Can’t break down
the door. We’ll just be
endangering her.

        DEREK
I suppose she’s not in
danger now.

        PUTTS
You guys wanna take your
heads outta your butts and
look outside the house…

LENA AND LUPO

are walking out of the house, laughing.

IN THE DETECTIVE CAR

Sloan grabs Conti, gleefully.

        SLOAN
She did it! Let’s get him.

Sloan starts the car and they drive up as Lupo is opening his door. Conti rolls down the window.

        CONTI
Hey Kenny…
(shows him the gun)
See this?
(and the badge)
And this?

        LUPO
What’s this all about?

        CONTI
Put your hands on top of the
car.

Sloan hustles out.

        SLOAN
Hiya doin’ Kenny. Wanna
spread your legs a little
bit for me?

        LUPO
You guys are embarrassing me
in front of my girlfriend.

        LENA
(holds up a shopping bag)
Don’t worry about me. Kenny.
The cocaine will console me.

        LUPO
(understands and snarls at
Lena)
Are you a cop you scurvy
little bitch?

Sloan slams his head against the door.

        SLOAN
Hey, watch your language, I
got a picture of my mother
in my pocket.

Lupo is subdued; a crafty look comes into his eye as the other cops run up.

        LUPO
I got good friends in this
precinct, you know what I
mean. Ask Jerry Burke, he’ll
vouch for me…

Sloan slams Lupo’s head into the car again.

        SLOAN
This is fun. One of you guys
wanna take a turn?

Conti tightens the cuffs on Lupo. And drags him up the walk to the house.

        CONTI
You wanna do yourself some
good, Kenny? Walk us into
the house, nice and easy,
so we can meet your friends.

        LUPO
Okay, I can do that. It’s
their stash, you know. I’m
just along for the ride.

        CONTI
Yeah I know, you thought you
were sellin’ grated cheese.
You got a secret code or
knock that gets you in?

        LUPO
Nah, I just ring the bell.

Derek rings the bell. A VOICE GROWLS over the SPEAKER.

        LUPO (cont’d)
It’s me Kenny. Let me in…

The cops hear a curse on the SPEAKER. Suddenly, the lights go out. Conti smacks Lupo.

        CONTI
Cute Kenny. Just bought
yourself five more years.
(shoves him at Lena)
Watch him…Call Emergency
Service to help us bust
into the house.

Third runs at the door, kicking it in. The cops step over the shattered frame into a two family house. They rush up the narrow stairs. Putts bangs on the door.

        PUTTS
Police! Open up!

IN THE BACK YARD

CELLOPHANE PACKAGES sail out of the second floor window. Olga runs to catch them as a MAN jumps out, followed by another. Burke kicks one man’s legs out from under him and slams the other with the butt of his gun.

INT. STAIRWAY. NIGHT.

The cops stand, impatiently outside the door.

        CONTI
Can’t wait, they’re flushin’
the evidence.

Derek throws a kick at the door. Then, Bagels lowers his shoulder and breaks it in. Conti and Sloan rush into the LIVING ROOM where a WOMAN and TWO MEN rise hands up, shouting “Don’t shoot, we give up.” Derek and Third run into a BATHROOM where Patrick is flushing cellophane bags of white powder down the toilet. They pull him up by the collar and drag him into the living room where Conti is cuffing the others and Sloan is looking into two SUITCASES full of cellophane bags.

        SLOAN
We got a major cocaine
seizure here.

EXT. HOUSE. NIGHT.

Lupo is lying face down, hands cuffed. Lena stands over him.

        LUPO
Sammy Capelli gave me up,
didn’t he? The one guy in
the world I trusted.

        LENA
Oh Kenny, darling, what a
pretty boy. All the girls
are going to miss you. But
you just wear that nice
cologne you’ll make a lot
of new friends in jail…


ACT FOUR (CONT)

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 9

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder,”Fort Apache, The Bronx,”Boys From Brazil”and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT FOUR


IN BLACK…10;16.O8…HITLER’S VOICE declaiming…A hundred thousand people at Nuremberg cry “Sig Heil…”

INT. BRIAN’S BEDROOM. NIGHT.

Brian is hunched ecstatically in front of the computer. On screen, an AV biography of Hitler. Sloan and Corinne sit on the bed, watching in astonishment.

        SLOAN
Is this why I traipsed
around Brooklyn on my
lunch hour? So you can
watch Nazi propaganda?

        BRIAN
This site gives you
information the Government
doesn’t want you to have..

        CORINNE
Like what?

        BRIAN
Like in twenty years the
white race is going to be in
the minority in this country.

        SLOAN
I don’t know if that’s true,
but even if it is it’s not
the end of the world.

        BRIAN
C’mon Dad, you’re a cop. You
know what happens when the
criminal element is in the
majority. The influx of
illegal aliens has raises
the crime rate, increases
the welfare rolls…

        CORINNE
I wouldn’t call them a
criminal element.

        BRIAN
Undesirable then? You’re
selling real estate up here,
Mom. We know you have code
words for minorities…

        SLOAN
Who’s we, Brian?

        ASHLEY
( mockingly,in the doorway)
We is his nerdy Nazi friends.

        BRIAN
Better than your phony Goths
with their stick on tattoos
and clip on nose rings.

        CORINNE
Ashley come in and sit down.

        BRIAN
Not here. This room’s off
limits for her.

        ASHLEY
I don’t want come into this
pimple palace anyway. Don’t
worry about Adolph, dad. You
guys aren’t around a lot and
it’s just his way of getting
your attention.

        BRIAN
Yeah and what’s your way?
Givin’ head to to your
boarder boyfriend?

        ASHLEY
You little bitch!

She jumps at him, nails out. He swings wild, hitting Sloan. The two fight fiercely as their parents try to break them up.

IN BLACK…DINER SOUNDS..WEDNESDAY, 7:01:49.

INT. VICTOR’S. DAY.

RADIOS squawking calls on the counter and on the tables as COPS take their meal periods. Putts sits at a table, surrounded by COPS, diagramming plays on graph paper.

        PUTTS
This team is media ready,
baby. We win the city and
the state. We get write ups.
The PD’s gotta fly us to
New Orleans for the
nationals. We win those,
baby, we’re doin’ Letterman.
We get an agent. We’re up
for commercials…We just
gotta get by them firemen…

AT THE REGISTER
Conti and Sloan pay their checks.

        SLOAN
It seems like yesterday he
was a little kid cryin’
because the Little League
Coach kept putting him in
right field.

        CONTI
And now he’s gonna take over
the world and put all them
jocks against the wall.

        SLOAN
(defensive)
Wait a minute. It’s not that
bad.

They walk out and head for their cars.

        CONTI
Admit it, you’re in suburban
hell. You got a house you
can’t afford. Your son’s a
loose cannon. Your daughter’s
into sexual experimentation.

        SLOAN
Excuse me. I suppose there’s
no sexual experimentation
goin’ on in Brooklyn. I
suppose your little Josephine
isn’t doing a little lap
work…

        CONTI
Excuse me, but would you like
to get your ass kicked?

        SLOAN
(opens his door)
I deserve it for confiding
in you.

        CONTI
(opens his door)
I could blow you off with
some feelgood line of crap.
But because I’m your friend,
I hit you between the eyes
with the unvarnished truth…

        SLOAN
(getting into his car)
At least I’m tryin’ to do the
best for my family. Not like
Mr. Unvarnished Truth over
here, who cuts everybody
loose so he can chase women…

        CONTI
(getting into his car)
I got a problem, alright. If
it was drinking or gambling
or even drugs everybody would
feel sorry for me…

They slam their doors and gun their motors. Then jam on the brakes to avoid a collision.

INT. KEATS’S OFFICE. DAY.

Keats stares at Sloan in disbelief, a coffee cup poised in his hand. A moment of strained silence. Sloan fidgets.

        KEATS
This is a scam, right?

        SLOAN
I would call it innovative
police work.

        KEATS
You’re gonna send this
Russian girl into the bar
to get him on a cocaine
sale.

        SLOAN
That’s the plan.

        KEATS
DEA and FBI struck out with
this guy. What makes you
think you can get him?

        SLOAN
We’ve got an ice breaker, a
name we can use to get his
trust. Look, if we arrest
Lupo for rape, she won’t
testify against him anyway.
And if her brothers find out,
she’ll be punished, beaten,
maybe worse, and we’ll have
another crime to investigate.
We got a special situation in
this precinct. We do things a
little differently, but we
get the bad guys.

        KEATS
Multicultural policing.

        SLOAN
Beg your pardon…

        KEATS
You promise this won’t blow
up in my face.

        SLOAN
Operationally and
procedurally we’ve got all
our bases covered.

        KEATS
I think I’ll go home early
tonight.

        SLOAN
Good idea. You look a little
tired.

        KEATS
You know that Russian girl
gave me some good exercises
for my back.

        SLOAN
Don’t worry. We’ll take care
of her.

INT.SQUAD.NIGHT.

The cops discuss the “move.” with Lena.

        SLOAN
Order a drink and wait until
he hits on you.

        LENA
No, I ask for him right away.
I am there to buy drugs. Why
would I wait?

        SLOAN
Because he’ll get suspicious
if you come on strong…

        LENA
He’ll get suspicious if I
don’t. I’ve done many times
this before. If you don’t
trust me to do it right call
it off.

        PUTTS
Anybody know this Silhouette
Club?

        DEREK
I took a guy outta there when
I was in uniform…

        BURKE
(blurts)
I been in there a coupla
times. I know Kenny Lupo.

They look at him. This is a damaging admission.

        CONTI
You could go in and spot
him for us.

        SLOAN
If Lupo sees a cop he might
freeze up.

        CONTI
He might also relax and think
nothin’ was up.

        OLGA
I’ll go in with you. Make it
look more natural.

        THIRD
Do we have back up? What if
Lupo’s got ten guys in there?
Do we have a Plan B?

        CONTI
You know what makes most plans
fail? Too much planning.

        SLOAN
Thank you, partner. That
about sums it up.

IN BLACK…10:15;57. STREET SOUNDS. RADIO CALLS

        DEREK
God, did you ever see
anything like this in your
life?

EXT. SILHOUETTE CLUB. NIGHT.

Lena chic in a short skirt and spiked heels walk past a CHUNKY BOUNCER under a NEON SILHOUETTE of a COUPLE embracing.

PAN TO a VAN across the street where Derek and Third are watching. Third grabs the radio.

        THIRD
She’s in.

His CELL PHONE chirps.

A FEW BLOCKS AWAY

Sloan and Conti sit in a DETECTIVE CAR, the Silhouette sign blinking in the distance. Sloan talks on his cell phone.

        SLOAN
Jerry says turn off the
radios, they got a satellite
scanner in the bar.

INT SILHOUETTE CLUB. NIGHT.

Dark, DISCO blasting. JUNIOR WISEGUYS in knock off Armanis, bragging and flashing jewelry..
Olga, in short skirt and low cut top walks through the smoke, drawing looks and propositions. She passes the bar where Lena, holding a shot of vodka, is talking to the BARTENDER.

        LENA
Tell Kenny Sammy Capelli
told me to come.

At the end of the bar Burke is nursing a beer.

        BURKE
You made a lot of friends.

        OLGA
Yeah. If I ever want to be
fed cheap booze and raped
under the boardwalk, I know
where to go.

INT. SEDAN. NIGHT.

The radio is on to a sports talk show. Putts and Bagels cruise past a sedan where Conti and Sloan are on cell phones.

INT. DETECTIVE CAR. NIGHT.

Sloan is talking to his wife. Conti to the Golden Gate. Both have changed out of their suits into windbreakers and slacks.

        CONTI
She’s a brunette, nice body,
on the zaftig side.

        SLOAN
I’ll talk to Brian tomorrow
morning. I won’t get home in
time, Corinne, I’m on a
stakeout.

        CONTI
Did anybody leave a message
for me?

        SLOAN
Hold on a second…
(to Conti)
Face facts, the lady’s got
too much class to hang around
that dump waitin’for you.

        CONTI
(grabs Sloan’s phone)\
Corinne, how do you put up
with this guy?… A drink?
Any time. I’ve been secretly
in love with you for years…

        SLOAN
(shoves him)
Turn off the charm…

Conti’s phone beeps. He answers…

        CONTI
Yeah, Jerry.
(to Sloan)
Lupo showed. Is he alone,
Jerry?


END ACT THREE

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 8

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder,”Fort Apache, The Bronx,”Boys From Brazil”and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT THREE

 

IN BLACK… SQUAD ROOM…ANGRY VOICES. RADIO CALLS.

IN THE SQUAD ROOM

The radio is on Bagel’s desk next to the spreads. Putts is typing a report. TWO COPS are trying to get a PRISONER down the stairs, but he is resisting, holding onto a bannister. Bagels lifts the Prisoner high over his head, holding him over the landing. Across the room: Conti is crooning into the phone, while Sloan watches in disgust.

        CONTI
I gotta see you right away.
Make sure it wasn’t all a
dream.

INT. DENTIST’S OFFICE. DAY. (CROSS CUT)

Sandra, in her uniform, is on the phone.

        SANDRA
I can’t, I’m at work.

        CONTI
So I’ll come in for a
cleaning. I need one after
last night.

        SLOAN
You are truly a disgusting
human being.

        CONTI
(bangs the phone against the
desk)
Hear that? That’s the sound
of me knockin’one of my teeth
out. Now you’ll have to see
me.

        SANDRA
(laughing)
I don’t know if I can make
it.

        CONTI
Okay, no pressure. I’ll drop
into the Golden Gate tomorrow
about eight. If you’re there,
you’re there. If not I drown
myself. Bye, Sandra.

Hangs up with a dreamy look.

        SLOAN
You are a degenerate bastard.

        CONTI
I’m a Romantic. A hundred
years ago I woulda been a Don
Juan, a Casanova. They woulda
written poems about me.
Instead, I gotta put up with
mutts like you callin’ me
names.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM. DAY

Lena and Olga are trying to coax a story out of Ismailia.

        OLGA
You don’t remember anything
that happened after you left
your house.

        ISMAILIA
I remember nothing. I told
you…

Lena turns to Ismailia and whispers urgently in Russian. Ismailia is surprised at first, but then replies in a tearful outburst. Lena translates.

        LENA
She’s afraid of the dishonor
to her family.

        OLGA
Look, I’m a cop. But I’m also
a woman and I know what
you’ve been through. I swear
on my mother’s grave I’m not
gonna make it worse for you.

        ISMAILIA
My brothers could not marry
if their sister was known as
a whore. They would have to
send me away, maybe kill me,
to save the family reputation.
This is the way in our
country.

        OLGA
Here, too Ismailia, I hate to
tell you. A woman gets raped
people say she asked for it.
You wear a nice dress, maybe
you smile at a guy, that’s
askin’ for it. Your family,
even other women who oughta
know better, they think it.

        ISMAILIA
You know.

        OLGA
Yeah, I know. But you gotta
be brave. ‘Cause it’s not
just for you. It’s for some
girl who might take a walk on
the boardwalk with this guy
and never come back. If that
happens you’ll never forgive
yourself.

        ISMAILIA
(thinks it over)
If I tell you who it was,
will you promise, will you
swear to keep me out?

        OLGA
I don’t know how we could do
that. This crime was committed
against you.

        ISMAILIA
If you don’t promise, I
can’t tell.

Olga and Lena look at each other, doubtfully.

        LENA
At least we’ll know who it
was.

        OLGA
Okay, I promise.

Ismailia looks hard at the two of them. Then, satisfied, she turns the pages of the mug book.

        ISMAILIA
It is him.

INSERT..A MUG SHOT…The man on the beach.

        OLGA
Kenneth Lupo. Where’d you meet
him?

        ISMAILIA
At the Silhouette Club. My
friends from work, Sonia and
Naomi. All the time they go
there. Dancing, handsome men,
they said. Get out in the
world. So I went. And I met
him, this Kenny. He is
Russian, too, but here for a
long time. He was beautiful.
Silk shirts, gold chain, eyes
shining. Always laughing,
white teeth. The cologne, the
beautiful smell.

        OLGA
I know that smell.

        ISMAILIA
He knows my brothers from
some football club. He laughs.
Oh they’ll kill you if they
know you’re here. Later, a few
drinks and he says ‘come I’ll
take you home before it gets
too late…’
(bitter)
Then…You know. He knows I
can’t tell. He knows what
will happen.

INT. VICTOR’S. DAY.

A strategy session. Over coffee, Sloan reads from Lupo’s rap sheet.

        SLOAN
Kenny Lupo, a.k.a. Arkady
Lupovich. Born Odessa, 1967.
Known coke dealer. One
possession with intent. One
assault with a deadly weapon.
One rape. Pleaded to assault.
Did a deuce at Greenhaven…

        CONTI
Anybody workin’ on him?

        SLOAN
He’s on the DEA computer.
They had a tap on him. He
don’t talk on the phone. FBI
tried to put undercovers in.
No luck.

        CONTI
We can make a collar based on
the victim’s ID.

        LENA
The girl will never testify.

        CONTI
We may not need her to if we
have you ladies corroborating
her ID.

        LENA
I won’t testify. I gave my
word.

        OLGA
Me too.

        SLOAN
Where you workin’ next week?

        OLGA
I was an exotic dancer for
three years. I can go back to
that.

        CONTI
I’m sure you can. Where’d you
work?

        SLOAN
Don’t get him started.

        OLGA
Look Bobby, I didn’t come on
this job to ruin people’s
lives. If I give this girl up
her family will excommunicate
her.

        CONTI
If you don’t a mutt gets away
with rape. I don’t go for
that. I got two daughters
living in this neighborhood.

There is a strained, stubborn silence. No one will give in.

        SLOAN
Why don’t we buy cocaine off
this guy? It’s a bigger
collar. He’ll get twenty
years.

        LENA
You get me a name to open the
door. I’ll get him to sell me
the cocaine…

        SLOAN
Bobby…

Conti glares at Sloan, but then looks through the office window into the squad room where Ismailia is coming out to meet her father. Shamil rises wearily from his chair and hugs her. Her shoulders shake as if she is crying. He pats her gently on the back with his work gnarled hand.

Conti turns back to Sloan.

        CONTI
I’ll get you a name.

EXT.SCAROLA’S.DAY.

An Italian restaurant on a quiet side street. A BURLY LOOKOUT steps aside, as Conti enters, asking for “Mr. Varese…”

INT. SCAROLA’S. DAY.

Empty accept for a boisterous round table at the back where EDDIE VARESE, mid sixties, flushed with wine is holding court with his “crew,” seven or eight thick, prosperous middle aged men. Someone spots him and they all quiet down. With a few “hi Bobby’s,” they rise and melt away.

        CONTI
What do I got, the plague?

        VARESE
It’s the badge. Gives ‘em
agita.
(they hug)
You never come see me no
more.

        CONTI
I don’t want my picture taken
by every federal agency in
the country

        VARESE
Ah, who cares about a small
time bookie like me? Sit down.
You want a coffee?

        CONTI
(looking at the dirty dishes)
Now I know why I never went
into the rackets. I could
never eat like you guys.Too
bad about Barry Weiner, huh.

        VARESE
This man booked bets for
thirty years in the
neighborhood. Always paid off
to the penny. Always carried
the losers. This man was
loved.

         CONTI
How about Peter Cortina?

         VARESE
Everybody knows that guy was
a funeral waitin’ to happen.
Nobody cares.

         CONTI
My boss does. You start
toastin’ wiseguys next thing
you know you got TV crews and
Task Forces. Most guys like
publicity, but he don’t, he’s
funny that way. Now he’s
tellin’ me he wants to close
you down. The card room on
the Boardwalk and the numbers
drops and the after hours.

        VARESE
Why’s he mad at me?

        CONTI
Barry gets clipped. Coupla
hours later they find Cortina.
Everybody knows he’s been
tryin’ to move in on Coney
Island. Everybody knows that
you and Tony Scaduto in
Bensonhurst don’t see eye to
eye.

        VARESE
What everybody knows won’t
stand up in court.

        CONTI
We’re not talkin’ court,
Uncle Eddie. We’re talkin’
givin’ you grief. My boss
don’t like mob guys, he’s
funny that way, too. He plugs
you in as a suspect you’re
in a fishbowl. You’re a
headline waitin’ to happen.

        VARESE
(beginning to understand)
This a shakedown, Bobby?

        CONTI
You know a guy named Kenny
Lupo?

        VARESE
Yeah, he’s a piece of garbage.
Got nothin’ to do with me.

        CONTI
I need a magic name to drop
with this guy. So I get his
confidence in a hurry.

        VARESE
I don’t like the guy, but I
don’t give people up.

        CONTI
Kenny Lupo raped a little
Russian girl, and beat her up
pretty bad. He’s goin’ down
whether you chip in or not.

        VARESE
(thinks it over)
Sammy Capelli, Him and
Kenny were partners in the
dope business. He went away
for killin’ a guy. Kenny
sends him money, takes care
of his mother, so you know
Sammy’s got a hammer on him.

        CONTI
Sammy Capelli. Got a nice
ring to it. Oh yeah, one
more thing, I’m gonna need a
little interest free loan…
Forty grand,

        VARESE
Forty G’s, what do I look
like?

        CONTI
It’s coffee and cake money
for you.

        VARESE
(pinches Conti’s cheek)
My baby sister’s favorite
son, I can’t say no to you.
Gimme a hug.

As they hug, Varese feels around his back. Conti pulls away.

        CONTI
Don’t worry, your baby
sister’s favorite son
ain’t wearin’ a wire.


END ACT THREE

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 7

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder,”Fort Apache, The Bronx,”Boys From Brazil”and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT THREE

IN BLACK…BEDROOM SOUNDS…Tuesday 6:23 :02

        CONTI
My father owned a restaurant
in Bath Beach. My Uncle Eddie,
the hood, was the silent
partner. His boys ate there…

INT. CONTI’S BEDROOM.DAY

Conti and Sandra are in an afterglow embrace.

        CONTI
And so did the cops from the
local precinct. Even as a kid
I noticed the wiseguys were
always mad or worried about
something, but the cops were
always laughin’ and havin’ a
good time. So when my uncle
told me to drive a truck full
of stolen suits to Newark, I
said ‘ no thanks,’ and took
the Police Exam instead.

        SANDRA
No regrets.

        CONTI
I like the job. I feel I’m
makin’ up for some of my
reprehensible habits.

        SANDRA
Well, a guilty cheater. Don’t
feel too bad. Can’t cheat by
yourself.

        CONTI
Don’t I know it. But then you
meet somebody and you wish
they would take you seriously.

        SANDRA
(rolling out of bed)
This is where I came in.

        CONTI
Am I makin’ you nervous?

        SANDRA
It’s not you. The Velvet
Hammers just wore off and all
of a sudden I can smell some
other woman’s perfume. And
I’m feeling just a little
cheap.

        CONTI
You did all this to get back
at your husband, didn’t you?

        SANDRA
Not really. My husband’s at
his new girlfriend’s house.
He’ll never know.

        CONTI
So maybe it had a little
something to do with me.

        SANDRA
Fishing for compliments? You
weren’t that great.

        CONTI
C’mere. Give me another
chance.

Sandra gets back into bed with Conti. As they kiss the PHONE RINGS.

        CONTI (CONT’D)
It’s just my partner stuck in
traffic.

They kiss as the VOICE MAIL comes on and:

        SLOAN
Pick up, you rat bastard, I
know you’re there.

IN BLACK…PRECINCT SOUNDS. 9:15:04

        RADIO
…Pick up Ismailia Akmhatov
from Coney Island General…

INT.SQUAD.DAY.

Hectic. PRISONERS, FEDS. Lena who is briefing some FEDS. watches Sloan and Conti escort Ismailia into an office

        LENA
My act was so good he thought
I was a thief. He thought he
could kill me.

She looks across the aisle in amusement at:

BAGELS

who is plying Vulvani, the Indian appliance store owner with bagels, while Putts hovers over him, putter in hand.

        VULVANI
You don’t believe I was
robbed?

        PUTTS
The insurance company
requires us to check the ID
numbers against recorded
purchases. If one matches
they got you on insurance
fraud, tax evasion…

        VULVANI
But they broke down my wall.

        PUTTS
We saw your wall. We’re gonna
have to say that the plaster
was on the outside like the
wall had been busted in from
the inside. When you make a
cop do his job you always
have a problem.

        BAGELS
Have a nice, hot poppyseed
bagel, fresh from the oven.
We got hazelnut coffee…

        PUTTS
You guys play field hockey,
don’t you? That’s a girl’s
game in America.

SLOAN walks by carrying a mug book.

        BASHIR
Detective Sloan.

Bashir and Adan cross the room to him. Shamil hangs back, intimidated by the official bustle.

        BASHIR (cont’d)
We went to the hospital to
pick my sister up and they
said you brought her here.
What’s up with that?

Shamil nods, meekly as Sloan speaks to him. .

        SLOAN
We’d just like her to check
some photos. In a few days,
when she feels better, we
would like to talk to her
again.

        ADAN
There’s nothing to talk about.

        SHAMIL
(halting)
She said she didn’t see the
man. She was walking on the
boardwalk and he came behind
her. Then, when the people
shouted, he ran away.

        SLOAN
Maybe she’ll remember a
little detail.

        SHAMIL
Why make her remember? Let
her forget.

        SLOAN
We need her to help us catch
this man. To stop him from
hurting another woman.

        SHAMIL
I understand…

INT INTERROGATION ROOM. DAY

Ismailia is shaking her head vehemently under Conti’s gentle questioning as Sloan enters.

        CONTI
Do you remember seeing maybe
a ring or a watch? A bracelet…?

        ISMAILIA
I don’t…Nothing.

        CONTI
When he put his hand over
your mouth did you smell any
kind of cologne? Did he have
an accent? Did he say anything?

        ISMAILIA
(shaking her head)
No.

        SLOAN
Don’t be frightened, Miss
Akmhatov, we’ll protect you….

        ISMAILIA
(tearfully vehement)
I told you: He said nothing,
I saw nothing. Why do you
question me?

IN THE SQUAD ROOM

Lena is filling out a form for the feds. She eavesdrops as Shamil and his sons have an animated conversation in Uzbek a few desks away. Then watches as Sloan whispers to Olga and leads her into the interrogation room. Then sees Keats trying to do stretching exercises in his office. She rises and crosses the room to Keats’ office, smiling at Derek, who watches her, smitten. Keats has his leg up on the desk as she enters.

        LENA
This stretch is not good for
a bad back.

        KEATS
The doctor says it strengthens
the hamstrings.

        LENA
Only if you can do it like
this.

She puts her leg up on the desk and stretches all the way until her forehead touches her ankle.

        LENA (cont’d)
First thing for you is
flexibility of the spine. Get
on the floor. On your back.

Astonished, Keats obeys, lying down in front of his desk.

        LENA (cont’d)
Raise your knees.

Again, Keats obeys. Lena stands over him, bends his legs and pushes his knees into his chest. He groans…in pleasure.

        KEATS
Oh, that’s good.

        LENA
That Uzbek girl won’t tell
you anything.

        KEATS
Afraid of the man who did it?

        LENA
Afraid of her own family, I
heard her brothers talking.
In their culture the woman’s
chastity must be protected.
If she has sex before
marriage she is considered a
whore.

        KEATS
Even if she’s raped?

        LENA
They’ll say she provoked it.
Why wasn’t her face covered?
Why did she go out alone?
They can drive her away. Or
kill her.

        KEATS
Maybe in their country.

        LENA
These are immigrants,
Lieutenant. They bring their
country with them.
(moves around behind him)
Sit up. Put your hands behind
your head…

She pushes his head down into his chest.

        KEATS
(gasping)
What’s your name, Officer?

        LENA
Lena Zazulich.

        KEATS
How do you know so much about
stretching, Miss Zazulich?

        LENA
I was a little ballerina in
Russia. Kirov ballet, you’ve
heard of it?

        KEATS
No.

        LENA
Good. I’m in the right place.
They take you away from your
family when you’re five years.
Train you, slave drive you
seven days a week so you can
go on tour and earn foreign
currency.

        KEATS
How’d you become a cop?

        LENA
We were privileged little
girls. They let us watch
American TV. I watched
Cagney and Lacey, you know
this show?

        KEATS
Yeah, sure.

        LENA
Strong, independent women,
not little dancing puppets.
So when I came here and they
said go to City Ballet, I
said no I’m going to the
Police Academy.

        KEATS
Ever hear of multicultural
police work?

        LENA
No.

        KEATS
You’re in the right place.
Get that girl to give you a
name, a description.

        LENA
She’ll never tell.

        KEATS
She’ll have to. If not, we’ll
force her to have an
examination and we’ll reveal
the results to the family.

Lena drops Keats’s head and steps away.

        LENA
This is cruel. It’s a betrayal.

        KEATS
(rises slowly)
People don’t get away with
rape in my precinct, Officer
Zazulich. Cagney and Lacey
would agree, don’t you think?
(stretches)
Ooh…A little sore, but I
feel a lot looser already.

END: ACT THREE (CONT)

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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

Movies You Will Never See/Coney Island Bluefish/Part 6

*For Introduction with submission guidelines go to April 4.

*Heywood Gould is the author of 9 screenplays including “Rolling Thunder,”Fort Apache, The Bronx,”Boys From Brazil”and “Cocktail.”

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH

By Heywood Gould

ACT TWO

IN BLACK…11:21:54…JETS LANDING…PA ANNOUNCEMENTS.

        RADIO
Anti crime units 1 and 2
respond to La Guardia,
Terminal 7…

INT.AIRPORT TERMINAL.NIGHT.

SURVEILLANCE PHOTO. A YOUNG BLONDE WOMAN standing by a car.

        OLGA
(o.s.)
This is the undercover.

TILT UP to a bench where Olga and Burke dressed as tourists with backpacks and boomboxes are looking at the photo.

        BURKE
Cute…

        OLGA
(with a little slap)
Keep your mind on the job.

She snuggles up, but Burke slides away.

        BURKE
Cool it. Everybody’s lookin’…

He points across at Third and Derek, business suits, laptops, sitting across from them, smirking.

        OLGA
So what? We’re playin’ young
lovers on a world tour.

        BURKE
Let’s play lovers havin’ a
fight

ACROSS THE AISLE

Third and Derek check out the FBI contingent.

        DEREK
We’re just around in case of
World War III, right?

        THIRD
Plan is she’s takes ‘the guy
into the bar. She passes the
money, he gives her the
diamonds. Then, the FBI moves
in…

WEARY PASSENGERS trickle out of the gate. Then comes LENA, a tall, striking blonde in a black dress carrying an attache case.

        DEREK
Oh, this is a star.

        THIRD
Don’t get drippy on me again.
Don’t burn where you earn.

Lena is met by a HEAVYSET MAN in a black suit.They shake hands and she turns toward the bar. But the Heavyset man takes her arm again and pulls her in the opposite direction.

        DEREK
Change of plans.

THREE MEN and a WOMAN emerge from the bar and surround her. They walk her toward the exit. Third puts headphones in his ears and walks by the group..There is a TINY MICROPHONE on his laptop case. As they pass he hears:

        HEAVYSET MAN
(thick accent in headphones)
Too many people here, too
crowded. We have a quiet
place in the parking lot.

        LENA
(Russian accent)
I have to catch a plane back
to Phoenix.

        HEAVYSET MAN
We always change the routine.
Don’t worry…But don’t make
a problem.

Following the group Third sees the Heavyset Man produce a GUN. Signaling to Derek, he makes the shape of a gun with his hand. Then he turns his hands as if on a steering wheel. Derek jumps up, and heads for the exit.

OLGA AND BURKE

walk parallel to the group, while Third follows them out, signaling to the FBI men to keep their distance.

EXT. PARKING LOT, NIGHT.

Derek peels off into the darkness as the group goes to a quiet corner where the SMUGGLER, a sour middle aged man in a leather jacket waits by a car.

OLGA AND BURKE

cross the street and move down a row of cars.

THIRD

drops down under a car, points his laptop and turns up the gain as Lena faces the Smuggler. He hears:

        SMUGGLER
Give me your shoes.

        LENA
(slipping out of her shoes)
This is not the deal we made.

        SMUGGLER
(looking in the shoes)
We have to be careful.
(to the Woman)
Search her.

        LENA
But this was all arranged in
Phoenix.

        WOMAN
Pull up your skirt.

Lena complies. The Woman checks her for a mike.

        WOMAN (cont’d)
Your bra.

        LENA
No bra.

        WOMAN
She’s clean.

        SMUGGLER
So you are not police.

        LENA
I told you.

        SMUGGLER
Just a thief. No one will
miss you.

Points the remote toward a SEVILLE. The trunk pops open. The Heavyset Man grabs Lena. She jabs him in the eye, tries to run, but the Smuggler steps out and punches her in the face.

THIRD

turns on his radio and waves to Olga and Third.

        THIRD
I’m goin’…

He jumps up, gun out and runs toward the group.

                     THIRD (CONT’D)
Freeze! Police!

THE SMUGGLER

looks up and sees Third running toward him. Olga and Burke weaving through cars. He jams the gun against Lena’s head. She talks fast.

        LENA
Shoot me. They’ll shoot you…
Give up now, a good lawyer
gets you five years. Think
fast.

The Smuggler thinks fast. Sees the cops running towards him. The feds rushing out of the terminal. Drops his gun.

THE HEAVYSET MAN

tries to slip away in the confusion. Weaving through the cars into the darkness he is suddenly confronted by Derek moves in.

        DEREK
No exit, pal.

The Heavyset Man reaches into his belt, but Derek grabs his wrist and smacks him hard on the side of a head with a “slapper” (blackjack). Then throws him over the hood.

AT THE SCENE

Confusion. LIGHTS and SIRENS. Third, Olga and Jerry are holding the PRISONERS as the feds run up. Lena has her head tilted back to stop the bleeding from her nose. She turns as

Derek hustles the handcuffed Heavyset Man back to the scene. Takes the blackjack out of his hand.

        LENA
May I?

        DEREK
Be my guest.

Lena walks over to where the Feds are searching the Smuggler. Without warning she smacks him in the face with the “slapper.” The Smuggler’s knees buckle and the feds jump at Lena in alarm. “What do you think you’re doing…?” Lena hands the “slapper” back to Derek.

        LENA
Thank you…

And walks away. Derek watches her go, then turns to Third.

        DEREK
I think I’m falling in love.

END ACT TWO

CONEY ISLAND BLUEFISH By Heywood Gould

I pitched a show about how cops deal with the new ethnically diverse New York.

The executives looked up from their blackberries…

Thought Coney Island–home to refugees from the former Soviet Empire a burgeoning Mexican population, Indians, Pakistanis, Hasidim, not to mention retired garment workers, Mafia holdouts, yuppies, hipsters and health nuts who want to be by the sea–would be a good arena.

The executives leaned forward in their chairs—a good sign.

Police precincts field sports teams that play other city departments and go to a state championship every year.

The executives had never heard of that.
“Great hook,” someone said.

I wrote the script. Joy was unconfined. We were on our way.

Then it was bounced down from the “upstairs.”

The verdict:
“Is he kidding?”

Enjoy
Best,
Heywood

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

Click on EMPRIES OF CRIME link below for the entire script.

EMPIRES OF CRIME

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