Post by travelli on Dec 22, 2005 19:39:34 GMT -5
[We see a location shot of a posh Italian restaurant. The restaurant has a large swinging sign painted in Italian colours swinging irately the wind. The sign has calligraphies on it spelling out the restaurants name ‘La Grand Trattoria’. The word is also printed in big letter on the large front window in which through we can see many smartly dressed people eating and chatting gleefully to each other.
The shot then dissolves into a long shot of the interior of the restaurant. In which we see the same people sitting round tables cheerfully mingling. The Walls of the room are all painted in red, and hanging on them there are many old framed, black and white photographs depicting images of men and women dressed in traditional Italian wear. The Lighting in the room is fairly dim and cigar smoke hangs delicately in the air. There is also a small stage area in the room in which a band is playing old Italian music.
The Camera then begins to slowly to pan to one table in far corner of the restaurant From a far these the group of men look like any others in the restaurant. All smartly dressed head to toe in black suits. But as the camera gets closer we come to realise that the man sitting at the head of the table is none other than Don Travelli.
The group appear to be having a good time and are all joking and laughing whilst they happily puff on there Cigars and sip there champagne. A smiling waiter goes to the head of the table and starts to speak.]
Waiter- Hello Sir, I hopa you are havin a gooda time.
Travelli- Yes Salvatore the Champagne is superb.
Waiter- You hava gooda taste just lika your Father.
Travelli- My father bless his sole. (The Don Cross’s himself). He always love you and this restaurant.
Waiter- Yes, me and your father wenta long way back.
[The two men then begin to laugh.]
Waiter- Are you ready to orda, I take it you want the usual.
Travelli- Why yes please Salvotore, You have the memory of a Supa Computer
[The group all laugh to each other and Travelli slips a wod of cash into the hands of Salvatore. ]
Waiter- Bless you Don.
Travelli- Compliments of the family.
[Travelli coughs, and the laughs die down….The group goes silent…. And the Don begins to speak.]
Travelli- Why you all know why I have brought you all here today. The rebirth of the Family and the end of Steelside.
[The group begin to clap and cheer The Don on.]
Travelli- Come this Sunday I will be at the show and someone’s gonna get whacked!
[The men all start laughing and one small weaselly looking man carries on slightly longer. The Don furious stares at him burning a hole right through him and in Proper Good Fella’s fashion begins to speak.]
Travelli- You think Im a funny guy.
Weasel-(hesitantly) errr……….no…..You just put things in a funny way.
Travelli- You find me amusing.
Weasel- er….er…er (Stuttering)
Travelli- (Shouting) I SAID DO YOU FIND ME AMUSING
[By this time the whole restaurant is silent even the band has stopped playing.]
Weasel- NO! (Shouts the man anxiously).
Travelli- Then why were you laffing
[There is no reply from the man and by this time he has turned white and he is shivering.]
Travelli- WHY WERE YOU LAUGHING
[The Don has now lost his patients and pulls a small hand gone from his left pocket and quickly opens fire, shooting three bullets straight into the mans heart. The man bounces back and his chair falls backward, cracking his head on the marble floor.
This is followed by complete silence as blood begins to ooze from the corpse of The Dons former associate. The silence is soon broken as the voice of the Don.]
Travelli-(jokily) Champagnes all round!
]At this point the band begins to start playing again and a ferocious cheer goes up in the room as the bright atmosphere resumes.
The Don leaves his seat and walks up to the camera and says]
Travelli- The Don Travelli era has began!
[The scene then fades]
The shot then dissolves into a long shot of the interior of the restaurant. In which we see the same people sitting round tables cheerfully mingling. The Walls of the room are all painted in red, and hanging on them there are many old framed, black and white photographs depicting images of men and women dressed in traditional Italian wear. The Lighting in the room is fairly dim and cigar smoke hangs delicately in the air. There is also a small stage area in the room in which a band is playing old Italian music.
The Camera then begins to slowly to pan to one table in far corner of the restaurant From a far these the group of men look like any others in the restaurant. All smartly dressed head to toe in black suits. But as the camera gets closer we come to realise that the man sitting at the head of the table is none other than Don Travelli.
The group appear to be having a good time and are all joking and laughing whilst they happily puff on there Cigars and sip there champagne. A smiling waiter goes to the head of the table and starts to speak.]
Waiter- Hello Sir, I hopa you are havin a gooda time.
Travelli- Yes Salvatore the Champagne is superb.
Waiter- You hava gooda taste just lika your Father.
Travelli- My father bless his sole. (The Don Cross’s himself). He always love you and this restaurant.
Waiter- Yes, me and your father wenta long way back.
[The two men then begin to laugh.]
Waiter- Are you ready to orda, I take it you want the usual.
Travelli- Why yes please Salvotore, You have the memory of a Supa Computer
[The group all laugh to each other and Travelli slips a wod of cash into the hands of Salvatore. ]
Waiter- Bless you Don.
Travelli- Compliments of the family.
[Travelli coughs, and the laughs die down….The group goes silent…. And the Don begins to speak.]
Travelli- Why you all know why I have brought you all here today. The rebirth of the Family and the end of Steelside.
[The group begin to clap and cheer The Don on.]
Travelli- Come this Sunday I will be at the show and someone’s gonna get whacked!
[The men all start laughing and one small weaselly looking man carries on slightly longer. The Don furious stares at him burning a hole right through him and in Proper Good Fella’s fashion begins to speak.]
Travelli- You think Im a funny guy.
Weasel-(hesitantly) errr……….no…..You just put things in a funny way.
Travelli- You find me amusing.
Weasel- er….er…er (Stuttering)
Travelli- (Shouting) I SAID DO YOU FIND ME AMUSING
[By this time the whole restaurant is silent even the band has stopped playing.]
Weasel- NO! (Shouts the man anxiously).
Travelli- Then why were you laffing
[There is no reply from the man and by this time he has turned white and he is shivering.]
Travelli- WHY WERE YOU LAUGHING
[The Don has now lost his patients and pulls a small hand gone from his left pocket and quickly opens fire, shooting three bullets straight into the mans heart. The man bounces back and his chair falls backward, cracking his head on the marble floor.
This is followed by complete silence as blood begins to ooze from the corpse of The Dons former associate. The silence is soon broken as the voice of the Don.]
Travelli-(jokily) Champagnes all round!
]At this point the band begins to start playing again and a ferocious cheer goes up in the room as the bright atmosphere resumes.
The Don leaves his seat and walks up to the camera and says]
Travelli- The Don Travelli era has began!
[The scene then fades]