CINQUANTA (CONT'D) Americans! I don't understand you.
For us, family is everything. We are obbligo. I was born into myfamily, and that decides my wholelife. My whole life.
PAUL:
I'm obbligo too. As much as you.
Cinquanta looks at Paul. He smiles.
CINQUANTAWhen we get the money, we'll runaway from them. To America, eh?
Cinquanta gazes out of the cave at a patch of blue sky.
CINQUANTA (CONT'D) A Corvette. That's a nice car.
Just drive away.
He snaps out of it. He hits the boy on the back of the head.
CINQUANTA (CONT'D) Cazzo! What are you doing? Write.
Convince her to pay us our money orMother of God I'll kill you myself.
Cinquanta takes the notebook and exits, leaving the pen andmatches. Paul slips them into the sleeve of his shirt.
INT. GAIL'S APARTMENT -- MORNING The reel-to-reel tape recorder sits in the center of thetable. The kids eat their cereal beside it in their pajamas.
Gail throws open the curtains to let the light in - 48.
-- spray-painted in dripping red on the wall outside thewindow is a FIVE-POINTED STAR. It seems the remnant of some satanic ritual. Painted above it, the words ROSSO BRIGATE.
She pulls the curtain shut. Her kids continue eating, oblivious.
INT. PORTO ROMANO YACHT CLUB -- MORNING Isabelle and Julian, Gail's friends, wait for her at thefoot of the gangplank as she boards their 47-footer.
ISABELLE:
Gail, I'm so sorry.
Isabelle embraces Gail. For a moment Gail allows herself to melt into her friend's arms.
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Gail's hosts serve a light lunch on deck. Gail can't eat.
ISABELLE (CONT'D) We're torn up for you. What you must be going through.
JULIAN:
And the papers can't help any.
GAIL:
It doesn't matter what I'm goingthrough. I sleep in a warm bed everynight. God only knows where Paul'ssleeping. I mean, look at me, I'mon a yacht.