EXT. SHOREHAVEN POOL - DAY *1942-43*
[The Shorehaven Pool, spic-and-span in the summer sun is the closest thing to a country club in the Bronx. An eight foot fence stands between the pool and the street.]
[JAKE, wearing slacks and a sportshirt, hangs out with the "boys" near the bar area. Older, "made" men play cards. A young fan walks by and says:]
FAN: Hey, Jake.
[At the opposite end of the pool where the girls gossip, and sunbathe, JOEY swaps small talk with VICKIE, a school girl, about 15. VICKIE is a knockout.]
[SALVY, Frankie and Junior are with VICKIE and her friends. They joke with JOEY.]
[JAKE watches SALVY and VICKIE.]
[JAKE'S P.O.V.: JOEY is talking. PAN to VICKIE. VICKIE giggles. JOEY stands and walks over to JAKE.]
JAKE: *referring to Vickie* Who's that?
JOEY: Whadda you care?
JAKE: Whadda ya mean, whadda I care? Who is she? What's a matter? You afraid I'm gonna take her on you?
JOEY: No, I'm not afraid. Why? You wanna meet her?
JAKE: Yeah --
JOEY: Cause I'll go right over there and bring her here.
JAKE: Go 'head.
JOEY: You sure you wanna meet her? Don't make me go over there, you change your mind and you make me look bad, cause she's really a knockout. She's 15, this kid -- a great piece of ass.
JAKE: How do you know? You know her that good?
JOEY: No, I see her around the pool. I know her. I know her like that -- not like that.
JAKE: *gesturing to his bandage* Nah, not now... I wanna wait. I don't feel right...
[JAKE watches VICKIE.]
CUT TO: INT. JAKE AND IRMA'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - LATE NIGHT
JOEY: *to JAKE* I'm tellin' you, she'll be there, I know she'll be there.
JAKE: 'Cause I wanna catch her alone.
JOEY: How you gonna catch anybody alone at a dance?... I don't know if she'll be there alone... She'll probably be there with her girlfriends or something.
JAKE: She ever go with them? Like Salvy?
JOEY: Nah, she don't go with nobody. She's only 15 years old.
JAKE: What does that have to do with it? She don't look 15 to me. I heard somethin' with Salvy. She was with him once or somethin', I think. It was like some blonde. That's the one...
JOEY: Probably. You know she talks to everybody, and not just him.
JAKE: Yeah, she's nice.
JOEY: Ah, some piece of ass, I'm tellin' you.
JAKE: You wasn't with her, were you?
JOEY: Huh?
JAKE: You wasn't with her?
JOEY: With her? How?
JAKE: You know, like bang her or anything?
JOEY: Ah, no, no. I didn't bang her. I know her from around here, that's all. You want to meet her or what?
JAKE: Nah, not now -- all those hard-ons around. I'll wait. Not now.
[The scene ends on VICKIE as JAKE watches her.]
CUT TO: INT. JAKE AND IRMA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATE NIGHT
JOEY: *to Jake* I'm tellin' you, she'll be there, I know she'll be there. Dressed up and everything.
JAKE: I don't like all those other clowns around. That's all I know.
JOEY: C'mon, hurry up. We're never gonna get outta here tonight.
JOEY sips a drink as JAKE knots his tie. IRMA enters from the bedroom.
IRMA: Where you going at this hour?
JAKE: What're you, a cop? I'm goin' out - business.
IRMA: You fuckin' worm, if you're going out, I'm going out.
JAKE: And where you goin'?
IRMA: None of your fuckin' business.
[JOEY lifts his eyes up.]
JAKE: Eh, go out. Do what you're gonna do. What do I care?
[JOEY opens the door to leave. JAKE follows.]
IRMA: That's right -- run out. I ain't gonna be here when you get back.
CUT TO: INT. JAKE AND IRMA'S APT. BUILDING - HALLWAY - LATE NIGHT
[JAKE and JOEY hurry down the stairs. IRMA shouts after them.]
IRMA: Bunch of guys. You all hang out together. Yeah, you're all going out on business. You're all gonna suck each other off.
CUT TO: INT. JAKE AND IRMA'S BUILDING - GROUND FLOOR - LATE NIGHT
JOEY: What a mouth on her -- you shoulda hit her -- no good fuckin' Jewish cunt -- breakin' our balls. You shoulda hit her with a chair.
JAKE: Hey, watch your mouth. Don't talk like that. She's still my wife.
JOEY: No, but Jake... how much abuse can you take.
JAKE: *interrupting* How many times do I have to hit her? I hit her enough.
[They exit to street.]
CUT TO: EXT. JAKE AND IRMA'S APARTMENT BUILDING - STREET - LATE NIGHT
[JOEY and JAKE come out of the building and start walking down the street.]
[IRMA opens the window on the second floor right above them, and shouts out to them:]
IRMA: Go ahead -- that's all you're good for -- to go out and leave me here like a dog. You and your brother! You don't even look like brothers. You look like faggots! That's what you look like -- faggots!
[JAKE and JOEY walk faster down the block, pretending that IRMA must be shouting at someone else.]
[She throws a bottle at them. It smashes in the street.]
CUT TO: EXT. WEBSTER HALL - NIGHT *AN HOUR LATER* ESTABLISHING SHOT. INT. WEBSTER HALL - NIGHT
[A neighborhood dance is in progress. A small band is playing while mainly older couples dance. There are two priests present. The younger people are divided into two groups -- the boys, who are dressed in suits and ties, and spend most of their time at the bar area -- and the girls, who are in evening dresses, and spend most of their time dancing together.]
[Some of the more popular girls are surrounded by "wise-guys." There are tables near the dance floor with "set ups" *bottles of Scotch, rye, and a bucket of ice* on them. These tables are the "bases of operation" for different neighborhood groups, as if they were street corners.]
[JAKE and JOEY are walking toward a table. Vera, a young neighborhood girl, blocks their way as she bends over to talk to some GUYS at a table. Vera's well-built, and knows it.]
[JOEY tries to move one way; Vera again blocks his way. This little game goes on for a few seconds, then:]
JOEY: Look, could you move a little. Would you mind, darling?
VERA: Mind what, Mr. Big Shot?
JAKE *annoyed*: Eh, girlie, take a walk.
[JAKE starts to move forward; JOEY stops him.]
JOEY: *to Vera* All right, darling, I'll just stand here and wait.
[JOEY cups his hands and grabs Vera's breasts. Vera squeals, covers her breasts, and moves back. JOEY and JAKE walk past her. JOEY smiles.]
[JOEY and JAKE sit down at an empty table.]
JAKE: Do you see her yet?
JOEY: Give me a chance. Let me look.
CUT TO:: MOVING SHOTS
[JAKE tries to find her -- Camera pans until we find her. JOEY points out a distant table. He spots VICKIE with a couple of other GIRLS. VICKIE locks beautiful and is obviously having a good time.]
JOEY: There she is over there on the other side. What did I tell you? Oh, ain't she nice? Ain't she a fuckin' doll?
[As they watch, we see, from JAKE's pov: SALVY, FRANKIE, and JUNIOR show up at VICKIE's table. They are in overcoats and hats and don't sit down. They are obviously on their way to bigger things than a neighborhood dance -- and VICKIE and her GIRLFRIENDS are glad to go with them. They get up to leave.]
JAKE: Be right back.
[SALVY, Frankie, Junior, VICKIE and the other two girls leave the dance hall. JAKE, unseen, follows them to the entrance way, as they go out onto the sidewalk.]
CUT TO:: EXT. WEBSTER HALL - NIGHT
[JAKE watches as SALVY ushers everyone into his Cadillac, and then drives off.]
[JAKE stares after the car for a moment, then goes back inside.]
CUT TO: EXT. SHOREHAVEN POOL - DAY *1942-43*
[JAKE and JOEY get out of their Packard convertible and walk over to the fence surrounding the pool. VICKIE is by the pool.
JOEY: *calling out to Vickie* Hey, Vickie, c'mere. Don't be afraid. C'mere. Just say hello. This is my brother.
[VICKIE comes over to the fence.]
JOEY: Vickie, I want you to meet my brother, Jake. He's gonna be the next champ.
[JAKE puts his fingers through the fence.]
JAKE: JOEY said you wanted to meet me. Is that right? You wanted to meet me?
VICKIE: *to Joey* I just wanted to say hello.
JAKE: You wanted to say hello, eh? I can't believe it. When did you fall outta heaven? Anyone ever tell you you're the most beautiful one here, princess of the pool. You got a baby face. Look at mine. Whatcha wanna meet me for?
VICKIE: I don't know. 'Cause you're cute.
JAKE: *to Joey* Ya hear, Joey? She thinks this face is cute? Hey, whatcha doin' now? You wanna go for a ride?
PAN TO: CAR
VICKIE: Sure. Gimme a few minutes.
[She starts to go.]
JAKE: Hey...
[She turns. JAKE kisses his hand and holds it up to the fence by her lips.]
CUT TO: EXT. SHORE ROAD - DAY
[JAKE drives his Packard convertible down Shore Road. VICKIE sits in the passenger seat, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. VICKIE feels JAKE's eyes all over her, and loves it.]
[On the radio, Bing Crosby sings "Just One More Chance."]
CUT TO: EXT. MINIATURE GOLF COURSE - DAY
[JAKE parks across the street from the new miniature golf course on Shore Road. The Shore Road course is one of the best. The first green features a pink windmill.]
[JAKE and VICKIE get out to cross the street.]
VICKIE: You don't talk very much.
JAKE: I ain't ever talked to a movie star before.
VICKIE: *giggles* I ain't no movie star. I'm just in high school.
JAKE: Oh no? I thought you was a movie star.
[A bus heads toward them.]
VICKIE: JAKE! The bus!
[JAKE holds up his hand.]
JAKE: Any bus gives you trouble, I knock it out for ya.
[The bus stops for them as they cross the street.]
CUT TO: EXT. THE FIRST GREEN - DAY
[JAKE sets VICKIE's ball on the tee facing the windmill.]
VICKIE: You go first. Let me watch how to do this.
JAKE: You don't get nothin' done by watchin'. You just gotta do it. Here, I'll help you.
[JAKE hands VICKIE the putter, then moves behind her and puts her hand on the club.]
JAKE: That's it. Just grip up a little tighter. That's it. You're gonna be real good at this. How does that feel?
VICKIE: It feels real good.
JAKE: Just keep your eye on the ball.
VICKIE: Should I hit it?
JAKE: Just give it a nice little tap.
[VICKIE swings and the ball rolls into the center of the windmill. VICKIE breaks free and follows her ball. JAKE follows.]
VICKIE: I can't find my ball.
JAKE: Can you see it?
[VICKIE bends and looks under the windmill.]
VICKIE: No.
[JAKE bends and looks.]
VICKIE: Can you see it?
JAKE: No.
VICKIE: What does that mean?
[JAKE takes VICKIE by the arm.]
JAKE: It means the game is over.
[JAKE throws his putter on the next green.]
JAKE: Let's get outta here.
CUT TO: EXT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT BUILDING - BRONX - DAY
[JAKE and VICKIE pull up to a tenement.]
[JAKE dashes around the car to open the door for VICKIE.]
[They enter the building.]
CUT TO: INT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT - DAY
[Joseph Lamotta, Sr. is finishing his Sunday dinner with a glass of wine as JAKE and VICKIE enter.]
JAKE: Hi Pop. This is my new girlfriend, Vickie. V for victory. How do you like that Pop?
JOE LAMOTTA: V for victory.
VICKIE *nervous*: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. LaMotta.
JOE LAMOTTA *in Italian*: Sit down. Eat something.
[JAKE is anxious. VICKIE is scared.]
JAKE: C'mon, Pop. You've been in America so many years. Speak English.
JOE LAMOTTA: *joking* You want me to speak English -- Fuck you. That's English.
JAKE: Pop, don't curse. There's a girl here. I'm gonna show her around the house. Why don't you just finish your wine?
[Joe stares at him. JAKE grasps VICKIE's arm firmly.]
CUT TO: INT. ARTHUR AVENUE APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY
[The bedroom is a few rooms away from the kitchen. JAKE closes the door. *There is a warm light in the bedroom.*]
VICKIE: JAKE, this is your father's bedroom.
JAKE: That's all right. He don't mind.
[The room is sparsely furnished. On the bureau, there is a large framed photo of the boxing brothers: JAKE and JOEY Lamotta. *JOEY wears a suit in the picture.*]
[JAKE puts VICKIE on the bed and removes his jacket and tie.
VICKIE: Jake...
JAKE: It's OK.
[He pushes her against the bed and gently undresses her. They make love.]
