CSI: NY, 1.12, "TANGLEWOOD"
I promised the Interrogation Scene from "TANGLEWOOD", so... here it is! The rest of the script will be added. Sometime. I promise.
CSI: NY
1.13
"TANGLEWOOD"
Skip to the Interrogation Room, where SONNY sits opposite STELLA. MAC walks around the table.
MAC: You're aware you're waving your right to counsel?
SONNY: I don't need counsel. Just gonna settle outta court.
STELLA: You can't settle murder out of court.
SONNY: You sure 'bout that?
MAC: Maybe in your world. Not ours. Now why don't I start this story for you? Begins at Billy Bats Sports Bar, when you first met Paul ??Montiossi??. When you confronted him, you and your boys got him drunk. My guess, with a false promise of affiliation.
Flashback to PAUL and SONNY in the Bar.
SONNY: Dog, what's your name?
PAUL: Paul ??Montiossi??.
SONNY: This girl says you got a tattoo.
PAUL lifts his shirt, showing the Tanglewood tattoo on his back.
SONNY: Woah! That's tight, dog. Eh, it's some knock-off! Hey, hang with us for one. Have a beer.
MAC: You were using Paul ??Montiossi??, putting him to the test with no intent of ever letting this kid be a Tanglewood Boy.
Flashback to PAUL and his friend, clapping shoulders as they separate. The Tanglewood Boys leave the bar.
SONNY: **?SANDOLF** ??Palovak?? Kid, rival crew. Go **?** to his head.
The Tanglewood Boy leaves with a bat to follow the man as he opens his car. WHAM. Direct contact to the skull. The Tanglewood Boys laugh.
STELLA: But you underestimated him, didn't you? You had him rob the bodega and when things went bad, you had to shut him up.
Flashback to the man running out of the bodega, panting as he climbs into SONNY's car.
MAN: Here's the money, here's the gun.
SONNY: What's wrong? I told you to rob the joint, not kill the guy!
MAN: Things got out of hand, man! I took care of it! I told you I'd do anything to get in! What do you want me to do next?
SONNY: You've done enough.
STELLA: You didn't want any ties to the Tanglewood Boys. You went home, you got your sander, and you took off his tattoo.
Flashback to the Tanglewood Boys tearing off the shirt, holding the sander as a threatening weapon, grinding the skin. Blood splatters onto the windshield.
MAC: You killed Paul ??Montiossi?? in cold blood with a baseball bat.
Flashback to PAUL, pleading on the ground, bloodied.
PAUL: I don't want to die. Please. Please don't kill me.
SONNY responds only with hitting him with the baseball bat.
SONNY: That's right, that's the way we do it. Mafia style. You look a man dead in the eye and you watch the light go out. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, copper?
MAC: I'm a Marine, you little punk. I put men in the ground on foreign soil so that you could sleep at night, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, kid? Let me tell you something about the mob. Back in their hayday, these old-timers, they dealt in death and violence because of one thing. Business. Not sport. They were smart. You punks are idiots.
SONNY: You're gonna tell me about the mob? Who are you? What do you two make a year, huh?
STELLA: 95,746 dollars and 42 cents and we earn every penny of it.
SONNY laughs.
SONNY: I spend that a year on blow.
STELLA: Yeah, I can tell.
SONNY: Look at me. You see me wearing a silk suit and a fat tie with marinara sauce on my shirt? Forget about old-timers. Those days are dead as dead. They were suckers. They worked too hard. The Tanglewood Boys represent the next generation of mobster. Set up shop wherever we want, put any bitch we want, sniff the finest china-rolling six-figure cards, and snuff out any punk-ass poser rat who needs to be put back in his hole. We have our own set of rules.
MAC: So do we. I got news for you. You and your buddies are going to **?** regardless of who you're connected to, mafia or no mafia. He's good to go. Get your ass up.
SONNY: Yeah? Okay. We'll see.
The officer pulls SONNY to his feet.
SONNY: Here's Danny Messer. He works for you, right? When you see him, ask him, eh, the odds of me goin' away. He knows all about us. We know all about him.
MAC: Sure you do.
STELLA: Get him out of here.
SONNY blows a kiss to STELLA. MAC glares at SONNY, then turned back to STELLA.
DANNY watches from the window to the Interrogation Room. He can see SONNY and the detectives, but none of them can see him. DANNY removes his glasses angrily and closes his eyes before bowing his head.
CSI: NY
1.13
"TANGLEWOOD"
Skip to the Interrogation Room, where SONNY sits opposite STELLA. MAC walks around the table.
MAC: You're aware you're waving your right to counsel?
SONNY: I don't need counsel. Just gonna settle outta court.
STELLA: You can't settle murder out of court.
SONNY: You sure 'bout that?
MAC: Maybe in your world. Not ours. Now why don't I start this story for you? Begins at Billy Bats Sports Bar, when you first met Paul ??Montiossi??. When you confronted him, you and your boys got him drunk. My guess, with a false promise of affiliation.
Flashback to PAUL and SONNY in the Bar.
SONNY: Dog, what's your name?
PAUL: Paul ??Montiossi??.
SONNY: This girl says you got a tattoo.
PAUL lifts his shirt, showing the Tanglewood tattoo on his back.
SONNY: Woah! That's tight, dog. Eh, it's some knock-off! Hey, hang with us for one. Have a beer.
MAC: You were using Paul ??Montiossi??, putting him to the test with no intent of ever letting this kid be a Tanglewood Boy.
Flashback to PAUL and his friend, clapping shoulders as they separate. The Tanglewood Boys leave the bar.
SONNY: **?SANDOLF** ??Palovak?? Kid, rival crew. Go **?** to his head.
The Tanglewood Boy leaves with a bat to follow the man as he opens his car. WHAM. Direct contact to the skull. The Tanglewood Boys laugh.
STELLA: But you underestimated him, didn't you? You had him rob the bodega and when things went bad, you had to shut him up.
Flashback to the man running out of the bodega, panting as he climbs into SONNY's car.
MAN: Here's the money, here's the gun.
SONNY: What's wrong? I told you to rob the joint, not kill the guy!
MAN: Things got out of hand, man! I took care of it! I told you I'd do anything to get in! What do you want me to do next?
SONNY: You've done enough.
STELLA: You didn't want any ties to the Tanglewood Boys. You went home, you got your sander, and you took off his tattoo.
Flashback to the Tanglewood Boys tearing off the shirt, holding the sander as a threatening weapon, grinding the skin. Blood splatters onto the windshield.
MAC: You killed Paul ??Montiossi?? in cold blood with a baseball bat.
Flashback to PAUL, pleading on the ground, bloodied.
PAUL: I don't want to die. Please. Please don't kill me.
SONNY responds only with hitting him with the baseball bat.
SONNY: That's right, that's the way we do it. Mafia style. You look a man dead in the eye and you watch the light go out. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, copper?
MAC: I'm a Marine, you little punk. I put men in the ground on foreign soil so that you could sleep at night, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, kid? Let me tell you something about the mob. Back in their hayday, these old-timers, they dealt in death and violence because of one thing. Business. Not sport. They were smart. You punks are idiots.
SONNY: You're gonna tell me about the mob? Who are you? What do you two make a year, huh?
STELLA: 95,746 dollars and 42 cents and we earn every penny of it.
SONNY laughs.
SONNY: I spend that a year on blow.
STELLA: Yeah, I can tell.
SONNY: Look at me. You see me wearing a silk suit and a fat tie with marinara sauce on my shirt? Forget about old-timers. Those days are dead as dead. They were suckers. They worked too hard. The Tanglewood Boys represent the next generation of mobster. Set up shop wherever we want, put any bitch we want, sniff the finest china-rolling six-figure cards, and snuff out any punk-ass poser rat who needs to be put back in his hole. We have our own set of rules.
MAC: So do we. I got news for you. You and your buddies are going to **?** regardless of who you're connected to, mafia or no mafia. He's good to go. Get your ass up.
SONNY: Yeah? Okay. We'll see.
The officer pulls SONNY to his feet.
SONNY: Here's Danny Messer. He works for you, right? When you see him, ask him, eh, the odds of me goin' away. He knows all about us. We know all about him.
MAC: Sure you do.
STELLA: Get him out of here.
SONNY blows a kiss to STELLA. MAC glares at SONNY, then turned back to STELLA.
DANNY watches from the window to the Interrogation Room. He can see SONNY and the detectives, but none of them can see him. DANNY removes his glasses angrily and closes his eyes before bowing his head.