[Opening shot: Interior, office. "Doc" faces window, glaring down on street through blinds. Frank Sinatra CD plays in background.]
FRANK'S VOICE: iThat's why the lady iiiis a tramp …/i
DOC [hearing buzz from intercom on desk, pressing button on intercom]: What is it, Louisa?
INTERCOM: Sir, you have-
[Door bursts open without knock, and 20ish woman with light brown hair walks in.]
DOC [looking up]: Annamaria? How many times have I told you to-
ANNAMARIA: Yeah, Pop? What are you gonna do about it? And how long are you gonna sit in here, staring out that damn window?
DOC [turning back toward window, bending blinds with fingers]: I smell trouble.
ANNAMARIA: With a capital T, and that rhymes with B, and that stands for-
DOC [sharply, turning to face Annamaria]: Don't even say that name here!
ANNAMARIA: Oh, get a grip, Papa! Pot's only supposed to make you paranoid after you smoke it.
DOC: That better be hearsay, young lady! [Turns back toward window.] I knew I never shoulda let you date that Carlucci punk.
ANNAMARIA: Tommy's not a … besides, what was I supposed to do after I found my boyfriend in bed with my-
DOC: We don't talk about that kind of stuff in this family!
ANNAMARIA: No, they just do it behind your back while you can't bring yourself to say the words!
DOC [sighing]: Colino has every bar in this county making cash for us. Between video poker betting and the Artuccis' liquor distributorship, nobody can touch us, and nobody can squeal. He would've made a fine son-in-law.
ANNAMARIA: Yeah, if he'd go to Massachusetts to marry your-
DOC [facing Annamaria again]: I said we don't talk about that in this family! We got enough trouble trying to locate the Godmother since she got out of the joint. [Turns toward window again.] She could be in Costa Rica by- [Opens eyes wider, pushes blinds farther apart.] What the …
[Cut to exterior shot of building across street -- former train station renovated into Brunelli office. White-haired woman in leather coat stands in front of door, shaking hands with "Fingers." Cut back to Doc's office.]
DOC: No! This is not possible! If my father ever saw-
ANNAMARIA: Saw what, Papa? [Walks around desk, toward window.]
DOC: Her!
ANNAMARIA [looking out window]: Nana?
DOC: Talking to … shaking hands with … him!
ANNAMARIA: Well, you did cut her out of the business while she was in -
DOC: That doesn't give her the right … if there's one thing I thought we had in this family, it was-
ANNAMARIA: Loyalty? [Faces, Doc, laughs derisively.] Maybe you should ask your son about that! If you're still speaking to him … I know I'm not.
[Cut to interior of house. Pubescent girl in jeans, sweatshirt, and Yankees cap stands in front of piano in living room, pressing keys with look of idle curiosity. Slim 20ish man in tight T-shirt and distressed-finish jeans, with dark brown hair dyed vaguely purplish, walks angrily into room.]
EFRAMO: I said stop that! Stop that right now!
DELIA [turning to face Eframo]: It's just sitting here since-
EFRAMO: I don't care! I don't want to hear any more-
FINGERS [walking into room]: And I don't want to hear any more of you two bickering! [Looking at Delia.] Go to your room!
DELIA: But-
FINGERS: Now!
[Delia pouts, then walks out, turning to glare at Eframo as she goes.]
FINGERS [turning to face Eframo]: She's right, you know. You need to start playing again.
EFRAMO: Oh, like you ever cared if I friggin' played or not!
FINGERS: When is it going to stop, Eframo? The fighting, the acting out -
EFRAMO: Oh, is that what you call it? You move us here to the middle of nowhere, your clothes look like you slept in 'em, you grow this ugly-ass beard, and bI'm/b the one who's acting out?
FINGERS: You think my beard is ugly?
EFRAMO: I hate you! [Grabs coat and walks out of room toward front door of house.]
FINGERS: I hate you right back, you … hey, come back here, you little bas-
EFRAMO: You can pay off every capo in Manhattan, but you can't pay off me and Delia! [Door slams.]
[Cut to interior of office. "Doc" sits in high-backed leather chair, behind desk. Two 20ish men with curly hair, one blond and one black-brown, sit in lower-backed chairs facing him.]
DOC [drily]: And you two knew nothing about this.
COLINO: I didn't see a thing, Doc. [Turning to blond.] You?
BRIGHT EYES [shaking head, looking down]: Sorry.
DOC: Sorry is right. This is outrageous! How could things possibly get any worse?
BRIGHT EYES: Well, we could-
DOC: Oh, who asked you! [Turns to Colino.] My father's one regret was ever getting a woman involved in the business. None of the other capos did. He told me once, the less a wife knew, the safer she was. That's why I've always kept Rosa away from … all this.
COLINO [shrugs, smirks]: Can't argue with success.
BRIGHT EYES [looking at Doc]: So why'd you let Annama-
DOC [turning to face Bright Eyes]: You know damn well why I got her involved.
BRIGHT EYES: Oh, yeah? Why?
DOC: Because you're not smart enough! [Turns to face Colino.] Oh, like you loved him for his mind!
BRIGHT EYES: Pop …
DOC [turning to face Bright Eyes]: I know, I'm … I'm sor-
BRIGHT EYES [glaring at Doc]: Save it. Me and you are like … ketchup and peanut butter. [Looks down at hands.] Just tell us the plan.
DOC: Well, while your sister's working on … something that doesn't involve either of you two … I want you two to work on a way to hit "Fingers" where he lives.
COLINO [raising eyebrows]: You know, I just might have something there.
[Bright Eyes turns, looks blankly at Colino.]