A Costello business. The restaurant is closed for the night.
One bartender is sweeping up and the other is counting the
takings. In a darker alcove of the bar COSTELLO sits alone at
a broad table, drinking brandy. On sound, classical music. As
a knocking is heard Costello looks up. A BARTENDER lets Billy
in. COSTELLO watches Billy approach. We hear him sit down.
COSTELLO
You got a girlfriend?
BILLY
No. No. What does that matter?
COSTELLO
Depends. I'm sure you know by now there's an informer in my crew. Cop. Staties or Boston Police department, I'm not sure.
He pours Billy some brandy. Then starts to draw a sketch.
BILLY
What about the FBI.
COSTELLO
It ain't. Trust me. The ex-wife, an old friend or stupid...that's what brings you down in this business.
BILLY
Stupid...Well, that leaves me out.
COSTELLO
Past days, case like this...I killed everybody who works for me.
BILLY
Better safe than sorry, I suppose.
COSTELLO
On the other hand, back then, it was only five...or six...and French.
But COSTELLO, maybe, is sorry.
BILLY
I look around at your guys. They're all murderers right? I think "could I do murder?" And all I can answer myself is, "what's the difference".
COSTELLO
Give em up to the Almighty. Like that.
BILLY
Yeah, that's my point. You accuse me once, I put up with it. You accuse me twice, I quit. If you make me fear for my life, I put a fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else.
COSTELLO looks up. This is new: but he's impassive. And
impressed.
COSTELLO
(to Billy)
You got something you want to say to me, William?
BILLY
You're seventy fucking years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck. You don't need the pain in the ass, and they're going tocatch you. And you don't need the money.
COSTELLO smiles, and continues with the sketch. Later he
will light up the paper.
COSTELLO
I haven't needed "the money" since I took Archie's milk money in the third grade. Tell the truth, I don't need pussy any more,but I still like it.
(MORE)
CONTINUED: (2)
COSTELLO (CONT'D)
Point I'm making...you see...I got this rat...gnawing, cheese eating fucking rat...questions come up...questions...see, Bill, you're the new guy...and the girlfriend. Why don't you stay in the bar when I get the numbers. Your numbers. Everybody's numbers.
BILLY
Is there something you want to ask me, Frank?
COSTELLO
Start with, you agree there is a rat?
BILLY
You said there is one. I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty fucking good at what you do.
COSTELLO
Sure, sure, all that aside...but you Bill, what would you do?
COSTELLO sketching.
BILLY
How many of these guys been with you long enough to be disgruntled? Who needs more money than you pay them? You don't pay much, you know. It's almost a feudal fuckin' enterprise.
(COSTELLO nods, accepting this)
The question is, who thinks that they would do what you do better than you?
COSTELLO
Only one that can do what I do is me. You want to be me?
BILLY stares over a precipice: he knows this as well.
BILLY
I probably could be you. I know that much. But I don’t want to be you.
CONTINUED: (3)
COSTELLO
Heavy lies the crown...sort of thing.
FRENCH comes in from the kitchen.
MISTER FRENCH
Francis.
BARTENDER
We're out of here, Mister Costello. You'll have to set the alarm.
COSTELLO
(eyes on Billy)
Thank you, Jimmy. See you tomorrow.
ON SOUND the door closes and locks.
COSTELLO (CONT’D)
There's a boat coming in, up in Gloucester. French will give you all the details.
COSTELLO leaves.