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TONY
I gotta hand it to you. You got
everything a man could want.
Sosa, pleased, reaches for an expensive set of binoculars
on the patio table, looks up through them, at the heli-
copter rising off the lawn.
SOSA
(focusing the
binoculars)
I like you Tony. There's no lying
in you.. .Unfortunately I don't feel
the same way about the rest of your
organization.
Tony glances up at the chopper, the servant pouring coffee
for him.
TONY
In-l -- Whaddaya getting at,
Mr. Sosa?
SOSA
I mean Omar Suarez.
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95 puzzled, glances up at the chopper which now hovers Tony, there high above the estate.
Sosa passes him the binoculars.
SOSA
This garbage was recognized by my
From several
associate at lunch.
In New York. He was an
years ago.
informer for the police....
Tony, astonished, looks up.
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96 THROUGH THE 3INOCULARS - OMAR terrified, being positioned at the door of the chopper by the Shadow and the Skull, his hands tied to his back and a He is length of thick rope looped around his neck. struggling backwards in vain. SOSA He put Vito Duval and the Ramos Brothers -- Nello and Gino -- away for life. My associate used to work up there.
Through the binoculars -- they throw Omar out of the
chopper and he flies downwards and jerks back up as the
He hangs there like
rope stretches taut, snapping his neck.
a broken doll on a string as the chopper moves out of sight.
A silence.
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97 TONY Sosa watches him closely shaken, lowers the binoculars. Tony looks back at him, contemplative. for his reaction. Sosa goes over, pours himself some coffee. SOSA So how do I know you're not a 'chivato' too Tony? TONY stalks (awry, up to him) Sosa -- get this straight right Hey now ! I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it comin' to him okay! All I got's my two balls -- my word -- and I don't break 'em. and CONTINUED
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TONY (Cont'd)
For nobody. That piece of shit up
there I never liked, I never trusted..
For all I know he's the guy who set me
up and got my buddy Angel Fernandez killed.
But that's history. I'm here. He's
not. You wanna go on with me, say it.
You don't, make your move, hodedor! (Xl
SOSA
(moves away)
I think you speak from the heart
Montana, but I say to myself this
Lopez -- your boss -- he has 'chivatos'
like that working for him, his judg-
ment stinks. So I think to myself,
what other mistakes has this Lopez
guy made, how can I trust his organi-
zation...hunh? You tell me Tony.
TONY
Hey Frank's smart. Don't blame him
for that animal. It's crazy business
we're in, it can happen to anybody --
even you y'know. I'll talk to Frank
myself. I'll fix this thing up right
between you.
(then)
You got my word on that.
Sosa approaches Tony, focusing an intense stare on him,
makes an elaborate gesture of putting his hands out, Tony
followng the pantomine, puts his out. Sosa now grips them.
SOSA
You speak with your eyes muchacho. I
think -- you and I -- we can work this
thing out, do business a long time
together. Just remember -- it's the
only thing I ever tell you -- don't
fuck me Tony, don't ever try to fuck me.
Their eyes locked together.
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