REVENGE IS A MUST

Written by

David Brautigam
Surveillance Footage:

Off the coast of Florida a shipping yard is plagued with

emigrants and well dressed Latinos, unloading packages of
cocaine from a metal container into a BLACK VAN.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Philipe Moralez... You’ll want to
remember that name. It’s fair to
say he wanted to expand and take
over... and he thought our back
yard was the place to do it.

SUPER: NEW JERSEY. 1983

EXT. REMOTE BEACH - NIGHT

The water ripples crash against the shore. Two Latino Hoods
with 45’s execute a MAN (we will see this man again).

BOBBY (V.O.)
At that time my neighborhood was
referred to as the small Vietnam.

EXT. REMOTE BEACH - DAY

Blue skies and seagulls. Sun beats down on the same Man’s
blue skin with bullets lodged in his face. The body immersed
in the high tied. We dwell on the Man’s face.

EMT’s tape off the scene. A particular EMT bends down...

EMT
Bobby’s going to be pissed.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Bodies were discovered, families
mourned, and a closed casket became
a common funeral arrangement.

INT. RING SIDE GYM - DAY

Pictures of local boxers are framed on the wall.

A man swaggers down the hall. It’s BOBBY MANCINI, 34,

handsome, a presence, dressed well but fits his surroundings.
We concentrate on a childhood scar on his cheek. He is a
prince amongst thieves, owning the room but humble.
 2.

EXT. RING SIDE GYM/BACK ALLEY - DAY

Bobby still swaggers down the alleyway.

Not a soul in sight. Three men stand in front of a squad car.

SULLIVAN, 30, with slicked-back hair and eager eyes. His
appearance does not indicate a cop. Next to him, bound by
handcuffs, is an ITALIAN MAN and a Latino.

Sullivan shoots the Latino in the back of the head.

Bobby has a remorseful look, but not too remorseful.

ITALIAN MAN
Sullivan, don’t do this.

SULLIVAN
What the fuck did you think would
happen?

Sullivan hands the Italian Man over to Bobby.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Let’s be honest... no one wanted to
see bullets in someone’s skull.
Funerals were meant to be a
celebration of life.

EXT. RESTAURANT/BACK ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Heavy rain taps against the overhang. Richard Gravane, 60, is

in a chalk-black leather jacket, irregular from his executive
attire. He leans against the back door. A dim light, and the
gleam from his cigar, reveal his stern face from the shadows.
He is the boss of New Jersey and he wears the title well.

Bobby pulls up in a Buick Regal. Bobby strong arms the

Italian Man passed Gravane’s wrath and through the back
entrance.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Al Capone...those days were over.
Nowadays the families are smaller,
the mob bosses are weaker, and just
don't have the balls to make moves
anymore. But, the streets of New
Jersey became respected, built from
blood, loyalty, and respect... and
could be ripped away from you by
the consequences of someone's
actions.
 3.

Bobby stands in the doorway. He nods to Gravane: time to

handle business. Gravane steps on his cigar.

INT. FANCY HOTEL - DAY

MOB BOSSES sit at a table surrounded by food and wine.

BOBBY (V.O.)
See, we had Brooklyn and Queens to
worry about; I guess you could say
we kept an arm's length away. Of
course there were guys like Leo
Smiley and Angelo Casso, who were
men, old timers; they'd seen the
changes.

EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY

A Cook wearing an apron sweeps the sidewalk. Across the

street in a squad car, Detectives run surveillance.

BOBBY (V.O.)
You used to get away with paying
off the pigs once a month, maybe a
few hundred here or there; you
scratch their backs they scratch
yours, that type of thing. But
somewhere along the line them cock
suckers got greedy; actually
everyone got greedy; that was the
problem.

INT. MANCINI'S HOUSE/HALLWAY - DAY

A mirror shows the reflection of ELLIOT MANCINI, 55, Italian

man, dressed in a well ironed shirt and loosened tie. He
wedges a nine millimeter between his midsection and black
belt. He kisses a Catholic cross and chain.

Standing next to him, slighter in stature, his brother,

EDWARD MANCINI. His eyes are unforgiving. He shares the same
values as his brother, just not as polished and defined.

BOBBY (V.O.)
My pops and Uncle Ed were the
backbone and muscle behind Richard
Gravane's operation since they were
kids.
 4.

INT. RESTAURANT - DAY

The front door OPENS. TWO MEN enter through the doorway
(Elliot and Edward) with their faces unrevealed from the
sunlight pouring in. They continue through the dark
restaurant; each step the ceiling lights begin to expose
their faces. A silhouette of the men is what we are left
with.

BOBBY (V.O.)
My dad Elliot Mancini told me once
"enjoy yourself… every day above
ground is a good day." He told me
that when I was seven years old.

INT. RESTAURANT/GRAND KITCHEN - NIGHT

Beaten for hours... the Italian Man who was strong armed from
the alley is now tied to a chair. Gravane watches, hands in
his pocket and relaxed.

Edward stands behind the Italian Man... suddenly wrapping a

wire around the Italian’s neck. Edward has the advantage
while Elliot holds the legs. The body becomes limp.

BOBBY (V.O.)
Gravane... was like a grandfather
to me. It was simple: I became a
product of my environment. I was
meant to be a gangster … it was
inevitable.

Elliot is crouched down, looking at Bobby standing in the

doorway.

SUPER: REVENGE IS A MUST