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Synopsis

What would you do if your father forced you to leave your chosen profession and marry someone you hardly knew? For 24-year old Ronnie DeMarco, the answer is easy — panic!

Ronnie has spent the past six years studying for the priesthood. But with his family facing financial ruin, Ronnie is pulled from the seminary and married off to the daughter of their rivals in the produce business.

What begins as a desperate attempt to get his life back to normal, quickly becomes a journey of self-discovery, as Ronnie and his new bride come face-to-face with each other’s hopes, fears and dreams. Pursued by Ronnie’s jealous cousin Bruno and a trio of menacing wiseguys, Ronnie and Nina begin to learn the value of trust, intimacy and taking chances.

Part road movie, part romantic comedy, The Groom Wore Black deftly explores the themes of family, faith, love and honor, all set to the backbeat of early rock-and-roll.

So, bottom line: what is "The Groom Wore Black" about? It's about the choices we face and decisions we make in life.

Christmas Eve, 1962

THE GROOM WORE BLACK by Ian Slang © 2010.

[FADE IN]
EXT. THE HOME OF JOE AND ROSE DEMARCO – DUSK

It is December 24, 1962. A large, pleasant but not opulent home in a middle class suburb in upstate New York. Snow covers the roof and lawn. The light of the winter sky is quickly fading.

INT. THE HOUSE — DUSK

ROSE DEMARCO (early 60s) walks from the kitchen past the dining room, where her son FRANK DEMARCO and her nephew RAY DEMARCO JR. (27 and 29 years old) are setting the table. Frank wears a white shirt, tie, cardigan sweater and slacks. Ray Jr. wears a bow-tie, v-neck sweater and slacks. His glasses have thick lenses and his hair is shiny with pomade.

Rose enters the living room and stops at a wooden credenza. She raises the hinged cover, revealing a record player. She slides open the credenza, where various vinyl LPs and singles are neatly stacked.

She pulls out an LP – a record by Lou Monte. She slides it from its jacket, places it on the turntable and switches on the record player. The needle moves into position and drops onto the disk. “Darktown Strutter’s Ball” begins to play. Rose walks over to the wall and plugs in a black electrical cord.

EXT. OF HOUSE (SAME ANGLE AS OPENING SHOT) – A MOMENT LATER
 
Through the living room window, the lights of the Christmas tree come on.

[MONTAGE: A SERIES OF QUICK CUTS]

In the kitchen: Rose dices an onion on a wooden cutting board with a paring knife.

Using an old pair of dressmaker’s scissors, Rose’s mother NONNA (early 80s) trims the leaves of an artichoke.

In the office on the second floor of the house: JOE DEMARCO and his brother RAY DEMARCO (both early 60s) are engaged in a serious discussion, grim looks on their faces.
In the kitchen: Rose pours olive oil from a bottle into a large saucepan on the stove and turns on the gas burner.

JOSIE DEMARCO (Ray’s wife, early 60s) rolls a de-boned, headless smelt in flour and places it in a broiling pan next to several others.

In the dining room: Frank unfurls a long tablecloth as Ray Jr. watches. The tablecloth hangs unevenly onto Ray’s side of the table, but he doesn’t move. Frank walks to the other side of the table and evens off the table cloth, shaking his head.

In the kitchen: Rose scrapes the diced onion from the cutting board into the pan. She places the cutting board back on the table and stirs the pan with a wooden spoon. The onion sizzles and steam rises from the pan.

Nonna sneaks between Rose and the table, picks up the cutting board, takes it to the sink and starts to wash it.

Rose turns around and is stunned to see the cutting board is gone. She sees Nonna washing it at the sink.

ROSE
Ma – I was using that!

Nonna shrugs with a mischievous smile, then rinses off the cutting board and hands it back to Rose, who shakes her head in exasperation.

In the dining room: Ray Jr. holds a stack of dinner plates as Frank takes one off the stack and places it on the table.

In the kitchen: Nonna sits at the table, carefully spooning a breadcrumb mixture between the leaves of an artichoke.

Josie slides the pan of smelt into the oven and closes the oven door.

Rose adds a handful of mussels to the saucepan. When she is finished, she picks up a dish towel to dry her hands.

[END OF MONTAGE. “Darktown Strutters’ Ball” fades out.]


INT. DINING ROOM OF HOUSE - A MOMENT LATER

Rose enters the dining room, still drying her hands, and inspects the table. Frank and Ray Jr. stand on opposite sides of the table, each holding several pieces of silverware in their hands.

ROSE
How’s it going in here?

She studies the table carefully and notices that something is out of place.

ROSE
Frank – the fork goes on the left. You know that.

She walks to the table and moves a fork from the right side of a plate to the left.

ROSE
Where’s your father?

FRANK
Upstairs with Uncle Ray, I guess.

ROSE
(more to herself than to Frank)
What are they doing up there?!?

Rose leaves the room. Frank looks across the table at Ray, Jr., who stares back. After a moment, Ray, Jr. reaches down and slowly moves a fork from the right side of a plate over to the left.

Rose walks to the bottom of stairs.

ROSE
Joe – when are you coming down? People are gonna be here soon! (beat) Joe?!? I can use a little help down here, you know!

JOE (O.S.)
Hey – we’ll be right down. This is important, OK?!?

EXT. THE HOUSE – A FEW MOMENTS LATER

A dark 1959 Pontiac pulls up in front of the house and parks. Two brothers — BRUNO (36) and NICK DEMARCO (33) — emerge and walk up the driveway to the back entrance of the house.

INT. KITCHEN OF HOUSE – A MOMENT LATER

Bruno and Nick are dressed sharply in ties, white shirts, dark slacks and sportscoats. They are the sons of Joe’s brother Gino. It is clear from Bruno’s speech and mannerisms that he thinks very highly of himself.

NICK & BRUNO
Merry Christmas, Aunt Rose! Merry Christmas Auntie Josie!

They give their aunts a kiss on the cheek.

ROSE
Nick! Bruno! Merry Christmas! Don’t you look nice.

Bruno and Nick walk over to Nonna at kitchen table and each give her a kiss on the cheek.

BRUNO
Hi, Nonna. Merry Christmas!

NONNA
Buon Natale, Bruno. Come stai?

NICK
Merry Christmas, Nonna.

NONNA
Buon Natale, Domenic.

BRUNO
Hey, it smells good in here. What are you making? Here, let me try some of this.

He pulls a leaf off an artichoke and tastes it.

BRUNO (CONT’D)
Fantastic, Nonna! Still the best cook in the world. Tied with Aunt Rose and Auntie Josie, of course.

NICK
And let’s not forget our mother, huh?

Bruno turns to the stove, sticks a wooden spoon into the saucepan and stirs.

BRUNO
What’s in here?

JOSIE
Cioppino, of course: mussels, scallops, squid...

Bruno brings the spoon to his lips.

JOSIE
Not with that spoon! Put some in a bowl if you want to try it. Here...

Josie reaches into one of the cabinets and takes out a soup bowl. She takes the spoon from Bruno and spoons some cioppino into the bowl for him.

JOSIE
Just a little to taste, OK?

BRUNO
Hey, that’s good! When do we eat?

ROSE
Are your mother and father here, too?

BRUNO
They’re right behind us. Me and Nicky came in my car. So, when’s Nina gonna be here? I look OK, right?

ROSE
I told you — you look fine. Nina’s gonna love you. Ya got nothing to worry about.

BRUNO
Hey, I ain’t worried. I just want to look my best, that’s all. You’re sure she’s still as pretty as I remember her, right?

ROSE
Pretty? She’s beautiful. I saw her and her mother just a couple of weeks ago.

BRUNO
All right, I’m gonna hold you to that!

ROSE
Can you boys do me a favor and bring up some folding chairs from the basement?

BRUNO
Sure, no problem. Come on, Nick. I’ll supervise.

NONNA
Rosie, what should I do with these artichokes?

ROSE
Ma, I just told you! Cover them with foil and put them in the oven.

Nonna knows that she’s annoying Rose and enjoys it. She winks at Bruno and Nick.

BRUNO
Nonna, you kill me!

Nick and Bruno leave the kitchen and walk to the dining room where Frank and Ray, Jr. are still setting the table.

BRUNO
Hey, Frankie. What’s going on in here?

FRANK
Ahh, my mother’s got us settin’ the table.

Bruno and Nick shake hands with Frank. Then Bruno points to Ray with both his index fingers.

BRUNO
Ra-a-a-ay!

It’s difficult to tell whether Bruno is being friendly or condescending to Ray.

RAY, JR.
Hi, Bruno. Hi, Nick. Merry Christmas.

NICK
(shaking hands with Ray)
Merry Christmas, Ray. How’s it going?

RAY, JR.
OK. We’re setting the table.

NICK
Yeah, it looks good. Very Christmassy.

RAY, JR.
Yeah. Thanks.

BRUNO
Hey, Frankie, where are the folding chairs? Your mom asked us to bring some up from the cellar.

FRANK
They should be against the far wall, past the furnace, I think. Covered in an old sheet.

BRUNO
OK, we’ll be right back.

Bruno and Nick leave the room.

Enter Ronnie DeMarco

EXT. THE HOUSE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

A yellow taxicab pulls up and stops. RONNIE DEMARCO, age 24, gets out of the back seat, a suitcase in his hand. He hands the driver some money and waves.

RONNIE
Thank you very much! Merry Christmas!

The taxi drives off and Ronnie walks up the driveway to the back entrance of the house.

INT. KITCHEN OF HOUSE – A MOMENT LATER

Ronnie enters the kitchen. He wears “Malcom X” style glasses (black temples and half black/half wire frames). He wears a dark overcoat, black sweater and pants, and a black shirt with a Roman collar. He is sincere and respectful.

RONNIE
Hi, Mom! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, Auntie Josie!

He gives Rose and Josie each a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to Nonna and does the same.

ROSE
Ronnie! You’re here! I thought you were going to call for a ride?

RONNIE
I know, but the bus got in early so I took a cab from the station. (to Nonna)
Hi, Nonna! Buon Natatale! Wow, look at all this food! What are we having?

NONNA
Buon Natale, Ronnie. We got cioppino on the stove, smelt are in the oven, your mother made meatballs and sauce, there’s broccoli, Italian bread...

RONNIE
It smells great. You need any help, Mom?

ROSE
Well, Frank and Ray, Jr. are setting the table, and I just asked Bruno and Nick to bring up some more chairs. Your sister should be here soon with the kids. Maybe you can talk your father into joining us. He’s been upstairs with Uncle Ray for the past two hours.

RONNIE
OK, I’ll see what I can do. Is my old room still empty?

ROSE
Of course. We put some cookies in there, but they shouldn’t be in your way. They’re for later on.

RONNIE
Allright, I’ll be down in a minute.

Ronnie walks to the dining room.

RONNIE
Hi, Frank. Hi, Ray. Merry Christmas.

He shakes their hands.

FRANK
Merry Christmas, Ron. Hey, how’d you get here? Weren’t you gonna call for a ride?

RONNIE
Oh, I took a cab. I figured you’d all be pretty busy here.

RAY, JR.
We’re setting the table. How does it look?

RONNIE
It looks great, Ray. Mom had you break out the fine china, huh?

He takes a couple steps toward the living room.

RONNIE
Wow, the tree looks nice. Who did all the decorating?

FRANK
Ma, mostly. Dad helped too – after she twisted his arm a bit...

RONNIE (laughs)
I’m sure she did. Well, I’d better go find him. Mom’s looking for him.

Bruno and Nick enter, each carrying two wooden folding chairs.

RONNIE
Hi, Bruno. Hi, Nick. Merry Christmas.

BRUNO
Hey, Ron. Why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile?

NICK
How you doing, Ron? How’s school?

BRUNO
School? You mean you ain’t finished yet? What’s taking so long?

RONNIE
My ordination’s in June. I’ll send you an invitation if you like.

BRUNO
No thanks. I’ll wait for the pictures.

RONNIE
OK! Hey, I’ll be back in a sec. I’m gonna go get my father and Uncle Ray.

Ronnie leaves the room and heads toward the stairs.

INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – A MOMENT LATER

Ronnie steps inside his bedroom, puts down his suitcase and switches on the light. He starts to take another step into the room but stops and smiles. The bureau, desk and a card table are covered in trays of homemade Italian cookies, wrapped in clear plastic.

INT. UPSTAIRS OFFICE – A MOMENT LATER

RONNIE
Hi, Dad. Hi, Uncle Ray. Merry Christmas.

He shakes hands with Joe and Uncle Ray.

JOE
So, how’ve you been?

RONNIE
Pretty well, Dad. I’m in the homestretch now. How about you? How’s business?

JOE
Lousy – as you damn well know. (beat) Is that what you’re planning on wearing tonight? Don’t you have anything else?

He shouts downstairs to Frank.

Frankie, come up here, will ya?

RONNIE
What’s wrong with this?

JOE
People see you dressed like that and they think you’re waiting to hear confession. You’ll make everybody nervous.

RONNIE
That’s ridiculous. Everyone knows I’m in the seminary.

JOE
Once you’re a priest, then you can dress like that. Until then, this is my house, and you’ll follow my rules. Including what you wear when you’re in it.

Frank enters the room.

FRANK
What’s up, Pop?

JOE
Go find your brother some clothes to wear, will ya?

Frank leaves the room.

RONNIE
Dad — you can’t be serious. You mean to tell me —

JOE
Don’t argue with me, Ronnie. It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m still your father, so please, just do as I say, huh?

Frank brings a shirt and pants to the door.

FRANK
How’s this?

JOE
That’s perfect. (to Ronnie) Now go get changed. Then come right downstairs – your mother might need some help.

Joe walks past Ronnie and out of the room. Uncle Ray follows him. Ronnie stands in the doorway for a moment, holding the clothes, then turns and leaves the room.

EXT. THE DEMARCO HOUSE – AN HOUR LATER
The sky is dark. The driveway and street are filled with parked cars. A small group of people ascend the steps of the front porch.

INT. THE DEMARCO HOUSE – A MOMENT LATER

Joe opens the front door and greets the visitors. They carry bottles of wine wrapped in Christmas paper. The house is now filled with guests – the DeMarco and Savastano siblings of Joe’s generation (in their early 60s) and their wives, husbands, adult children and grandchildren.

NINA SAVASTANO, age 26, is among the guests. She wears a stylish but modest dress and sweater. She is shy but courteous, staying close to her sister LUCY. Bruno approaches her confidently.

BRUNO
Nina, right? Long time no see.

NINA
Hello, uhhh...

BRUNO
Bruno! Don’t tell me you forgot my name!

NINA
Well, it’s been a long time...

BRUNO
I didn’t forget your name, did I? Or that pretty face of yours.

NINA
Oh, thank you. Well, nice to see you...

Nina forces a smile and attempts to move away. Bruno touches her arm, causing her to turn and face him again.

BRUNO
So, what ya been up to? Still working for the old man?

NINA
Sorry? Oh, uh, yes, actually. I’m back at the office with my father and my uncles, if that’s what you mean.

BRUNO
A crazy business we’re in, huh? Fruits and vegetables. I supervise all the deliveries now. We’ve got six trucks and drivers, plus four guys on the loading dock.

NINA
Yeah, we’re busy like that too. (she looks around quickly.) Excuse me, I’m going to go see if they need any help in the kitchen. I’ll talk to you later, OK?

BRUNO
Ahh, don’t worry about that. My aunt’s got it all under control. Hey!

Nina squeezes past a few other guests and make her way toward the kitchen. Bruno stands there, glowering. Nick makes his way over to him.

BRUNO
What’s with her?

NICK
Why, what happened? I saw you two talking...

BRUNO
You kidding me? She hardly said a word. I don’t get it. The women like being around me. (beat) Typical female — all hung up on herself.

NICK
Ah, don’t worry about it, Bruno. Remember, we haven’t seen them in years. Everyone’s a little tense tonight. Didn’t you seen Uncle Joe? He’s shaking people’s hands so hard I think he broke a few knuckles.

As Nina walks through the dining room, she and Ronnie accidentally bump into each other. He has changed into the clothes Frank brought him and is carrying two baskets of Italian bread.

Fourteen Years

NINA
Ronnie? Is that you?

RONNIE
Huh? Oh! Nina? Hi! How are you?

Nina is clearly pleased to see him.

NINA
Merry Christmas! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How’ve you been?

RONNIE
I’m doing pretty well. How about you? Here, let me put these down.

He places the baskets on the table.

NINA
I’m OK. Back at the family business again. I can’t seem to get away from that place. What have you been doing?

RONNIE
Going to school. Upstate. Just a few more months to go.

NINA
Weren’t you thinking about going into the seminary or something?

RONNIE
Yeah, that’s what I’m doing. Almost finished, actually.

Nina’s face falls a little upon hearing this.

INT. LIVING ROOM – A MOMENT LATER

Rose waves across the room to Joe, indicating that the food is ready to be served.

JOE
OK, everybody. Dinner’s ready. Let’s have the brothers and sisters in the dining room, the big kids in the den, and the little ones and their moms in here.

The older adults make their way to the dining room table. The two families gravitate to opposite ends of the table. The mothers guide their children to the living room. Bruno, Nick and the other young adults, in their late 20s and early 30s, move to the den.

INT. LIVING ROOM – 15 MINUTES LATER

Nina enters the den holding a plate of food. Most of the seats are taken. Bruno sees her and waves for her to join him, but she just gives him a wave and looks away. She walks to the living room and sees Ronnie, who’s helping serve the children. He looks up and sees Nina.

RONNIE
You all set? You need something to drink?

NINA
Yeah, sure. Maybe a ginger ale? It’s pretty crowded in there. (she nods toward the den.) No place to sit, you know?

RONNIE
Why don’t you pull up a chair in here. You don’t mind being with the kids, do you?

NINA
Oh, no, not at all. It was just last  year that I graduated from the children’s table anyway.

They laugh.

MONTAGE OF BRIEF CUTS

In the dining room: the older adults barely talk as they eat, eyeing each other warily as they pass dishes of food around the table. The atmosphere between the two families is like that of enemies observing a truce.  

In the living room: the young children from the two families laugh and talk as they eat. Their mothers sit nearby, talking politely and making sure the children behave. Ronnie and Nina talk cordially; she watches his face closely and smiles from time to time. Ronnie is oblivious to her interest in him.

In the den: the young adults (including Bruno, Nick, Frank and Ray Jr.) eat in silence, barely making eye contact with the members of the Savastano family.

INT. KITCHEN AND LIVING ROOM – AN HOUR LATER

Bruno, Nick, Frank and Ray, Jr. move to the kitchen to play cards at the table. The young children and their mothers remain in the living room, as do Nina and Ronnie.

INT. DINING ROOM – AN HOUR LATER

The older generation of married couples remains in the dining room (the DeMarcos: Joe and Rose, Ray and Josie, Gino and Marie; the Savastanos: Fred and Angie, Tony and Lena, and Connie, who’s married to Charlie Torrisi.) The dishes are cleared. Coffee is poured. A bottle of sweet vermouth is brought to the table, along with dishes of cookies and fresh fennel, and baskets of warm chestnuts. Nonna sits in a comfortable arm-chair in the corner. Joe whispers to two of his nephews, who pull closed the pocket doors separating the dining room and living room, and post themselves outside the doors. Joe returns to his seat at the dining room table.

JOE
Does everyone have coffee? Rose – Freddy didn’t get any coffee. Who wants some vermouth? Charlie? Tony?

ROSE
Help yourselves to cookies, everyone.

CONNIE
These are delicious, Rose.

LENA holds a tray of cookies in front of TONY but he waves them away with his hand.
LENA
Have a cookie, Tony.

TONY
I don’t want a cookie.

LENA
Come on, try one. Rosie made them. They used to be your favorite.

Lena takes a few cookies off the tray and puts them on a napkin in front of Tony.

LENA
Go ahead. Just have one.

TONY
I said I don’t want one.

LENA
Come on, it’s Christmas Eve.

TONY
Oh, all right, give me one. Geez, Lena, sometimes...

They slowly nibble on cookies, sip their coffee and pass the desserts around the table, still eyeing each other warily. Joe stands and raises his glass of vermouth.

JOE
On behalf of the entire DeMarco famiglia, I’d like to thank all of you for coming tonight, to join us for Christmas Eve. Buon Natale.

The others raise their glasses hesitantly, without smiling. A few of them reply cautiously.

CHARLIE, FRED, ANGIE, CONNIE
Merry Christmas. Buon Natale.

JOE
It’s been a long time since we’ve all been together like this, hasn’t it? What – ten, twelve years?

TONY (venomously)
Fourteen.

JOE
Fourteen years. A long time. A long time since we had our little falling out, huh?

TONY
What are you getting at, Joe? Why’d you invite us here tonight? For Rosie’s cookies? Enough chit-chat. I wanna get home before Santa Claus comes.

There’s some nervous laughter around the table.

FRED
Yeah – how come after fourteen years, all of a sudden you decide to have us over the house?

Joe does his best to ignore these comments.

JOE
We had a nice little business together, didn’t we, our two families? Life was a lot simpler back then, wasn’t it? Oranges were what – twenty dollars a bushel wholesale? None of these big supermarket chains. No competition to worry about. Nice loyal customers...

TONY
And then some of us got a little greedy, didn’t we? (He glares at Joe.)

JOE (slowly and carefully)
Yes, no doubt about it, we all got a little greedy. We made a few mistakes. Mistakes our fathers warned us about when they left us the business. We forgot about trust. Family. Looking out for each other. We thought we could do better on our own.

CHARLIE
Hey, we haven’t done so bad...

JOE
Oh, really? That’s not what I hear, Charlie. For years now, our families have been struggling — fighting over customers, slashing prices – just to try to make a few lousy bucks. And meanwhile, our big shot friend from the city has been quietly taking over. Muscling his way into our neighborhoods, stealing away our loyal customers...

TONY
So what do you propose we do about it, Guiseppe? Forget about the past 14 years? (sarcastically) “Let bygones be bygones?”

LENA
Let him talk, will ya, Tony?

TONY
Ahh, be quiet.

JOE
Let me ask you this, Tony. What kind of a year did you have, huh? (beat) Let me tell you about our year. It was lousy! It stunk! Every time we turned around, another decent customer was jumping ship to “Mr. Calabresi”. “But Joe,” they tell me, “he’s so much cheaper than you. How can you expect me to pass up these prices?”

I tell ya, we’ve cut our prices three times since summer on everything from onions to grapefruit, and Calabresi’s still killing us. You mean to tell me it’s not the same for you?
The room is silent, somber. They exchange serious looks, some nodding their heads.

JOE (CONT’D)
Vinnie Calabresi is slowly destroying our businesses, store by store, block by block. If we wait another couple of years to sit down together like this – hell, another 6 months – there’ll be nothing to discuss. We’ll be finished. Good-bye.

TONY
So whaddaya wanna do, Joe? Hire some fancy-pants lawyer to draw up a contract, saying from now on, we agree to play nice together?

I can’t speak for my brother and sister, but if it was up to me, I’d just assume say Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and let’s just keep doing things the way we’ve been doing ‘em. And may the best family win.

JOE
Maybe we need a lawyer, Tony. Maybe we don’t.

Joe turns to the hutch behind him, opens a drawer and takes out a ledger.

JOE (CONT’D)
I had our accountant put together some numbers for me. Now I don’t know exactly what your expenses are, but I can guess. I took your numbers and our numbers and figured out what we could save if we had the buying power of one big company instead of two small ones. You care to hear it?

CHARLIE
Wait a second, Joe. Are you actually suggesting we put our companies back together again? After fourteen years?

TONY
Is that why you brought us here tonight? Ahh, you’re crazy, Guiseppe! There’s too much bad blood between us!

The Plan

A sly grin plays upon Joe's lips.

JOE (slowly)
Don't they say that blood is thicker than water?

CHARLIE
Huh? What are you talking about?

JOE
A few months ago, Rose was downtown at Wannamaker's, and who does she bump into but Connie Torrisi. They hadn't spoken to each other in years, right Rosie?

ROSE
That’s right, Guisepp'. (She looks around the table.)

Connie and I looked at each other, and at first I think we both felt like turning around and walking right out the door. But then we realized how much we missed each other. Our families used to be so close, didn't they?

So we started talking, and it was almost like the past fourteen years never happened. We picked up right where we left off, didn't we, Connie?

CONNIE
Yes, we had a real nice talk. And it hit us that we hadn't seen each other's children for fourteen years. We'd missed seeing them grow up. All because of some foolish disagreement over...

TONY
That was no “foolish disagreement”, Connie. These bums have been stabbing us in the back for years. We trusted them, and what do we have to show for it?

GINO
(Rising from his seat.) Who you calling bums, you no-good lying...

JOE
Hey! Hey! Take it easy, will ya? Just settle down! It’s Christmas Eve, for Chrissake! Let the ladies finish.

CONNIE
I think we all just need to stay calm and remember that both our families are in trouble and we need each other more than ever.

Gino sits down and an uneasy silences descends on the room.

Anyway, as I was saying. It was like old times. So we decided to get together more often. And that’s what we did. We met for coffee a few times on Sunday afternoon. We had lunch together. And it just felt right – despite the disagreements that our husbands might be having.

ROSE
And then one of us – I don’t remember who – said, “Hey, maybe we should talk to our husbands about working together again.” Putting our strengths together as two families, instead of fighting with each other all the time.

And we talked about getting together for Christmas Eve again, just like we used to do. So here we are.

JOE
Our wives – sometimes they're smarter than us, huh?

He laughs, but no one else does.

JOE (CONT'D)
Now tell them what else, Rosie.

ROSE
I'm getting there, Joe. (beat) Then during one of our Sunday visits, Connie and I were talking about some ways we could bring our families back together – for business, but also as friends...

JOE
But especially for business...

CONNIE
...and what better way to create a bond between us than if one of the DeMarco children were to marry one of the Savastanos? Wouldn’t that be something?

Tony’s jaw drops in disbelief.

TONY
You can’t be serious, Connie! Please — tell me you’re not serious! My own sister’s gone crazy!

CONNIE
Ahh, what do you know, Tony? You always think you’re so smart...

ROSE
It’s just a thought, Tony. Maybe you think it sounds crazy, but maybe it’s worth considering — given our situation.

There are single children in both families, right? What if we got a couple of them together, let ‘em spend some time with each other, and see what happens...

TONY
Yeah, maybe they can get together for a little duel. Pistols at dawn...

CONNIE
Just hear us out, will ya, Tony? See — this is why I didn’t bring this up until tonight. I thought maybe on Christmas Eve you’d be in a good mood. Guess I was wrong. Ahh, who cares what you think...

Anyway, Rose and I agreed to discuss this with a few of the single kids in our families and see what they thought. And then we figured we’d talk it over with all of you tonight.

FRED
So how come you didn’t tell me about this? What have you ladies been up to behind our backs? Charlie, did you know about this?

CHARLIE
You kidding me? Nobody tells me nothin’!

TONY
You want my opinion? It’s a crazy idea. It’d never work. And even if it did work – let’s say one of our kids really was interested in one of them DeMarcos – how would that change things?

CONNIE
All we’re saying is, just think about it.  You men have made a mess of things. Why don’t we see what the women can do?

FRED
OK, OK. So let’s think it over. Which of the kids did you talk to about this? I’d love to know what they had to say.

CONNIE
Well, as a matter of fact, I spoke to Nina a couple weeks ago, and she said she’d be open to the idea of going on a date with one of the DeMarco boys...depending on who it was.

FRED
Wait a minute – you talked to Nina about this without telling me? You’re right, Tony – our sister has gone crazy! Angie – did you know about this?!?

ANGIE
Yes, of course. Connie asked me, and I thought it was a good idea. We sat down with Nina to see what she thought. Since when do I tell you everything?

FRED
Since forever – so I thought! And now you wanna put our daughter in an arranged marriage with one of the DeMarco boys? Where are we – the foothills of Trecastagna?

CONNIE
We’re not talking about an arranged marriage, Fred. Just maybe have Nina get together with one of the sons. Let ‘em go to dinner or something and see what happens. They used to get along so well as children...

FRED
That was years ago! That’s enough. I won’t hear any more of this!

ANGIE
Oh, for goodness sake, Freddie! What’s wrong with Nina getting reacquainted with some of the DeMarcos? They were all just children when this whole thing started. They’re like strangers to each other now...

FRED
All right, all right. If it’s such a good idea – which one of the DeMarcos are you thinking about fixin’ her up with? If you ask me, there’s not a whole lot to choose from...

RAY
What the hell is that supposed to mean?

ROSE
I spoke to Marie about it, and the two of us discussed it with Bruno. He said he’d love to get together with Nina. If you ask me, I think he’s always had eyes for her. She’s a lovely girl. I think they’d make a very nice couple, don’t you agree?

GINO
Well, sure. Bruno has a lot to offer. He’s the oldest of the cousins and the first in line to take over the business when we retire...

ANGIE
(slowly and carefully)
Uh, well, we did discuss a few of the DeMarco boys with Nina...as I recall, she didn’t seem too interested in Bruno. What about Frankie or Nick?

MARIE
(taken aback)
Now wait a minute, Angie. When you and I spoke, I made it very clear that Bruno was our family’s first choice for Nina. Frank and Nick’s names never came up...

ANGIE
To me, it sounded like a good idea. But when I spoke to Nina about it...well, to be honest, she’s just not interested in Bruno.

FRED
Well, Angie, at least we can agree on that...

GINO
Hey, what are you trying to say? You got something against my son? Huh? If you do, just come right out and say it.

ANGIE
We’ve got nothing against Bruno, it’s just that Nina wants to, uh, consider all the DeMarco boys...

GINO
It sure sounds to me like you got something against him. You think he’s not good enough for her? The Savastano girls always were a little stuck up, weren’t they?

JOE
Please – Gino! Take it easy will ya?

FRED (to Gino)
Don’t you raise your voice to my wife! Who do you think you are?

ANGIE
(growing desperate)
It’s just that we thought that maybe another one of the DeMarco boys might be better – I mean – a better match for Nina than Bruno, that’s all.

GINO
Better than Bruno?!?

FRED
Hey, look, Bruno’s a nice-looking guy and all, and I’m sure he’s got a lot going for him, but let’s face it, he’s got a reputation for being a bit of a ladies’ man, if you know what I mean...

ANGIE
I was going to say that maybe he’s a little too old for her, don’t you think? What is he, thirty-six?
CHARLIE
Freddie’s right. I’m only her uncle, but I don’t like the idea of Nina marrying a guy who’s had so many – shall we say – “girlfriends”.

RAY DEMARCO
(half to himself, wearily.)
Oh, boy. Here we go.

GINO DEMARCO
Oh, I get it. Bruno doesn’t live up to the Savastanos’ high moral standards, is that it? I can remember when some of you guys were younger – it was a different story then, wasn’t it?

JOE
Please, Gino, let’s not start...

ROSE
We’re forgetting all about our original plan...

Joe Makes a Decision

The families start to bicker loudly, both among and with each other. Some rise from their seats to make accusations. Nonna wakes from her nap, looks around the room, places her hand under her chin and thrusts it forward in disgust.

NONNA
Bunch of nuts!

She lays her head back in her chair and dozes off again.

ROSE
OK, well how about Ray, Jr.?

FRED
Ray Junior?!?

CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN — AT THAT MOMENT

Bruno, Nick and Frank playing cards. Ray, Jr. leans over Bruno’s shoulder to peek at his cards. With a scornful expression, Bruno pulls his cards out of Ray’s sight.

INT. DINING ROOM — A MOMENT LATER

Disgusted, Charlie gets up out of his chair and walks to the pocket doors. He absent-mindedly peers into the living room through the space between the doors, and sees Nina and Ronnie talking pleasantly on the couch.

CHARLIE (loudly)
She seems to get along pretty well with your other son.

The room grows silent.

RAY
Huh? What other son?

CHARLIE
I don’t know, the youngest one. Ronnie.

TONY
The priest? What are you talking about?

CHARLIE
Here, come see for yourself.

Joe, Ray and Gino DeMarco and Fred Savastano quickly crowd to the pocket doors and look out at Ronnie and Nina. They maneuver for a better view, some crouching, others leaning over each other’s shoulders. From the living room, we see their eyes peering through the space between the pocket doors. Tony remains at the table and is now dunking his umpteenth cookie into his coffee.

TONY (bellowing)
Hey, I got news for you people – priests can’t get married!

Slowly, the men return to the table. Both families are worn out from arguing.

TONY
Come on, Lena. It’s getting late. Let’s get out of here.

ROSE
Please, stay a little longer. Maybe we can come up with another plan...

GINO
Forget it, Rosie. It was a nice try, but we’re just too far gone.

FRED
Yeah, let’s face it. Our families were never meant to get along. We’re just too different from each other. Thanks for dinner. Merry Christmas, everybody.

They all bid each other good night and slowly leave the dining room.

INT. LIVING ROOM – 10 MINUTES LATER

All three generations of guests, wearing their winter coats, solemnly make their way out the front door.

INT. LIVING ROOM – AN HOUR LATER

Joe sits on the couch, Rose at his side, glumly staring at the lights on the Christmas tree.

ROSE
It was a good idea, Joe. I really think it coulda worked.

JOE
Ahh, it was a stupid idea. The Savastanos are all so thick-headed. They’ll never change.

ROSE
Maybe we should have tried Nicky or Frank.

JOE
You want my opinion? I don’t think that girl even wants to get married. She’s twenty-six years old. If she really wanted to, she coulda been married by now. There are plenty of guys around...

ROSE
Well...maybe she’s just a little particular about who she marries...like I was...

Joe and Rose exchange a grim smile.

DISSOLVE TO:
[Mid-May, 1963]

INT. OFFICE OF THE DEMARCO BROTHERS’ WAREHOUSE – DAY

Joe sits at his desk, an agitated look on his face, as he goes through receipts and punches keys on an adding machine.  Ray enters the office, a clipboard in one hand.

JOE
So, how we doing out there?

Ray tosses the clipboard onto the desk.

RAY
How do you think? Another order cancelled.

JOE
Who is it this time?

RAY
Tomaselli’s. Same old story. Calabresi strikes again.

Joe slams down his fist on the desk.

JOE
Dammit! He’s this close to putting us right out of business! How we gonna meet payroll this month? Have you seen these numbers?

He holds up a handful of papers from the desk.

RAY
I don’t need to see them.

Joe walks to the window and looks out onto the yard where his workers are loading trucks and moving crates of produce.
JOE
Ray, I think it’s time I made an executive decision.

Joe walks back to his desk, picks up the phone, and dials.

JOE
Hello? Hey. Let me talk to Freddie, will ya? Thanks. (beat) Freddie? Joe DeMarco. Wait! Don’t hang up...Yeah, yeah, I know. Listen. Is that offer still on the table? Yeah? Good. So’s mine. (beat) No kidding. You’re not gonna believe it, but he changed his mind. Yeah. It’s a big commitment, you know? Says he’s ready to settle down, come back to the fold and work for the old man. How do you like that? I guess seeing each other on Christmas Eve really did the trick...

EXT. LOADING DOCK OF DEMARCO PRODUCE – TEN MINUTES LATER

Joe strides onto the loading dock where Frank is loading a truck.

JOE
Frankie! Come here.

Frank quickly comes over. Joe tosses him a set of car keys.

JOE
Go get your brother.

FRANK
Huh?

JOE
Go get your brother. Take my car, drive up to St. Matthew’s, get Ronnie and bring him home. And you can bring all his stuff back, too.

FRANK
Dad, are you serious? Ronnie? What am I supposed to tell him?

JOE
I don’t know. Make something up. Tell him I need to see him right away. You’re good at laying it on pretty thick.

FRANK
You know he’s not going to come with me. I’m gonna need some help.

JOE
All right, all right. So take someone with you. Take Ray, Jr. if you want to. I don’t care. Just have Ronnie home in time for dinner.

FRANK
OK, Dad. Whatever you say...

Frank walks down the steps of the loading dock, toward a group of men loading a truck. Ray, Jr. is among them.

FRANK
Hey, Ray. How’d you like to go for a ride?

INT. ST. MATTHEW’S SEMINARY CHAPEL – EARLY EVENING

Ronnie, wearing black pants and short-sleeved shirt with a Roman collar, kneels in the second pew, praying the Rosary.

PATRICK SHAUGNESSY, a seminarian (24 years old, dressed the same as Ronnie), opens the door of the chapel and peers in.

PATRICK
(whispering) Ron? (louder) Hey, Ron.

Ronnie turns around and looks back toward the door. Patrick enters the chapel and walks briskly down the aisle.

PATRICK
I’ve been looking for you. Your brother’s here.

Ronnie makes the sign of the cross with his rosary beads, and steps out of the pew.

RONNIE
Frankie? Really? He never comes to visit...

They walk out of the chapel and into the main hallway.

PATRICK
Yeah. He’s here with one of your cousins. They’re up in your room. A tall guy with thick glasses.

They walk down the hall to the stairwell, then start up the stairs to the third floor.

RONNIE
Ray? That’s strange. I wonder if somebody’s sick or something. What did they tell ya?

PATRICK
They just asked for you at the front desk. I thought you were in your room so I took them upstairs.

INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY OF SEMINARY – A MOMENT LATER

Patrick and Ronnie emerge from the stairwell onto the third floor — a long hallway much like a college dorm. They walk quickly toward the only open door on the hall. Some commotion can be heard from inside. Ronnie quickens his pace, enters the room, and is stunned by what he sees. A suitcase lies open on the bed, along with a corrugated box. The closet and the bureau drawers are open. Frank is carelessly folding clothes and placing them in the suitcase as Ray, Jr. watches.

RONNIE
Hey, what’s the idea?!?

FRANK
Oh. Hi, Ron. Just packing up a few of your things. Dad told me to come get you.
(To Patrick, with a nod of his head) How you doing, Father?

RONNIE (agitated)
What do you mean, “come get me”? Is somebody sick or something?

FRANK
No, no. Everyone’s fine. Dad just wants to see you, that’s all.

Frank takes some books off the bookcase and starts to place them in the box.

FRANK
Are all of these yours, or should I leave some here?

Ronnie rushes over to Frank, pulls the books from his hands, and shoves them back on the shelf.

RONNIE
Put ‘em back, will ya! Dad wants to see me? What are you talking about? Is Nonna in the hospital again?

Ray, Jr. taps Ronnie on the shoulder to get his attention.

RAY, JR.
Hi, Ronnie. How’s it going?

RONNIE
Hi, Ray. What’s new?

Ronnie turns to greet Ray, Jr. but immediately turns back to Frank. Frank is now visibly annoyed with Ronnie’s questions.

FRANK
Nonna’s fine, OK? All I know is, after lunch Dad came down to the loading dock and told me to come get you. If you don’t like it, why don’t you just call him yourself?

RONNIE (defiantly)
I think I will. And put those things back where they were. I’m gonna find out what’s going on.

"I've Got Wonderful News..."

Ronnie hurries from the room and strides down the hall to an alcove where there’s a table and a telephone. He picks up the receiver and dials. Frank follows him into the hallway.

RONNIE
Hi, Margie? Is my father there? It’s Ronnie. (beat) Yeah, thanks. (beat) Dad? Hey, it’s Ronnie. Frankie’s here. He said you want me to come home? Is somebody sick or something?

[Alternating between Ronnie in the hallway and Joe standing at his desk in his office at the warehouse.]

JOE
Listen, Ronnie. I’ll explain when you get here. It’s a family matter. I don’t want to discuss it over the phone.

RONNIE
Is Nonna sick? Is mom? Just tell me what’s going on, will ya?

Two or three curious seminarians come out of their rooms and into the hallway.

JOE
Calm down, Ronnie. Everyone’s fine. I just need you to see you, that’s all.

RONNIE
But he’s packing up all my stuff – clothes, books, everything!

JOE
Ronnie! Just do what I tell you, OK? Get in the car with your brother and get back here right away. We’ll talk about it tonight.

RONNIE
Dad — I want to know what’s going on –

JOE (forcefully)
I’m not gonna argue with you, Ronnie. Get yourself in that car and get back here — now! I mean it! Is Frankie there? Let me talk to him.

Ronnie, bewildered, hands Frank the phone.

FRANK
Hi, Dad. Yeah, we’re just about ready to leave. OK, we’ll be there in two hours. At the house. No problem. Bye.

He hangs up.

(To Ronnie, firmly.)
All right, let’s go.

Frank returns to Ronnie’s room. He takes a handful of books off the bookcase and drops them in the box, then hands the box to Ray, Jr. Then Frank snaps the suitcase shut and carries it into the hallway.

FRANK
Come on, Ray. We’re leaving. You ready, Ron?

He stops and turns to face Patrick and the other seminarians.

Nice meeting all of you. See you in church sometime. (to Ronnie, forcefully) Come on, let’s go.

Frank leads the way toward the stairwell. Ray, Ronnie and Patrick follow.

RONNIE (to Patrick)
My dad said he needs to see me. Do me a favor and tell Father Griffin I have a family emergency. I’ll call him tonight to fill him in.

PATRICK
Sure thing, Ron. If there’s anything else I can do...

RONNIE
I’ll let you know...

EXT. ST. MATTHEW’S SEMINARY – A FEW MOMENTS LATER

Frank, Ronnie and Ray, Jr. emerge through the front door and walk to Frank’s car. Patrick and the other seminarians follow, stopping to stand nearby. Frank opens the trunk, places the suitcase and box inside, and shuts it. He gets behind the wheel. Ray gets in the passenger seat and Ronnie gets in the back. Frank starts the engine and they drive off, leaving Patrick and the other seminarians standing in the driveway.

INT. HOME OF FRED AND ANGIE SAVASTANO – EVENING

Fred and Nina, just back from work, enter the house and walk  toward the kitchen.

NINA
What is it, Dad? What did you want to tell me?

FRED
Hang on, I wanna wait ‘til your mother’s here...

They enter the kitchen, where Angie is preparing dinner. Nina’s sister Lucy (age 23) is also in the kitchen.

FRED
I’ve got some wonderful news, everybody. Joe DeMarco called me today...

INT. DINING ROOM OF JOE AND ROSE DEMARCO’S HOME – EVENING

Joe and Rose sit at the dining room table having dinner. Frank, Ray, Jr. and Ronnie enter, Frank carrying the suitcase and Ray carrying the box. They place the box and suitcase on the floor.

RONNIE
All right, Dad. What’s going on? What’s so important that you needed to see me?

JOE
I’ve got good news, Ronnie. There’s going to be a wedding...

INT. HOME OF FRED AND ANGIE SAVASTANO – A MOMENT LATER

Nina embraces her mother and father, then her sister, tears of joy in her eyes. They are all very happy.

INT. DINING ROOM OF JOE AND ROSE DEMARCO – A MOMENT LATER

Ronnie has fainted. Frank and Ray, Jr. lift him from the floor up to the easy chair in the corner. Rose stands over him, a worried look on her face. Joe continues eating dinner and reading the newspaper, his back to the others.

JOE
Ahh, he’s fine. He’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.

INT. THE BACK ROOM OF TOMASELLI’S GROCERY STORE – DAY

SAM TOMASELLI stands at his desk among shelves of supermarket merchandise, smoking a cigar. He wears a white apron over his shirt and tie. The door of the back room opens, and Joe DeMarco and Fred Savastano walk in. Tomaselli’s mouth drops open and his cigar drops into the cup of coffee at his desk.

INT. OFFICE OF SAVASTANO PRODUCE COMPANY – DAY

Tony sits at his desk talking on the phone.
TONY
No, you heard right. We’re back in business together...I know, neither did I. Now what do you think of that price list I sent over? Can I sell you a few tomatoes this week?...Yeah? Beautiful!
INT. OFFICE OF CALABRESI WHOLESALE, BRONX, NY – DAY

The second-floor office overlooks the loading dock, warehouse and yard. VINNIE CALABRESI (mid-50s) stands at the row of windows, gazing out. His two inside salesmen, LEO and PAULIE sit at their desks, working the phones. AL and STEVE sit in two each chairs near the window, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. All the men speak with Bronx accents.

LEO (on the phone, perplexed)
Really? I’m very sorry to hear that... Yeah...you’re sure there’s nothing we can — OK. Well, hey, you’ve always been a great customer and you know we hate to lose ya. Think it over, maybe you’ll change your mind. How ‘bout I give you a call next week?

Leo hangs up his phone. A loud crash is heard from outside. Paulie turns to look, covering the telephone receiver with his hand. Al and Steve jump off the couch to look out the window.

PAULIE
What the hell was that?

VINNIE
That idiot nephew of mine just dropped a whole crate of honeydew off the loading dock!

He pushes open the window and yells across the yard.

VINNIE
Justy! Get away from that forklift! How many times do I have to tell you! (He turns back to face the room.) Dammit! (to Leo, angrily) Who was that on the phone?

LEO
Sam Tomaselli in Schenectady.

VINNIE
What’s his problem?

LEO
He just cancelled our business.

VINNIE
You mean he cancelled an order.

LEO
No, I mean he canceled us. His weekly thirty-five hundred dollar produce order. For good.

PAULIE
Whaddaya talking about?

VINNIE
Quiet, Paulie. (to Leo) Are you kidding me?!?

LEO
He said it’s been a pleasure doing business with us but that he’s found another wholesaler.

VINNIE
Get him on the phone again. I wanna talk to him.

PAULIE
That’s the third cancellation this week. That makes five since last Tuesday.

VINNIE (sarcastically)
I know how to count, Paulie.

Vinnie walks over to a map of New York state that’s pinned to the wall. He studies it carefully, tracing an arc with his finger.

VINNIE
These cancellations all came from upstate, right? None from the boroughs?

PAULIE
All of ‘em.

VINNIE
And none of ‘em gave us any reasons why?

PAULIE
Nope.

VINNIE
Something ain’t right. What’s going on up there? You guys must’ve heard something.

LEO
Nope. Not a word.

PAULIE
It’s probably just a coincidence.

VINNIE
Al, how ‘bout you?

AL
I ain’t heard nothing.

VINNIE (bellowing)
What the hell am I paying you guys for? Huh? Stevie?

Al and Steve look at Vinnie with vacant expressions.

VINNIE (to Al and Steve)
Allright, listen you two. I’ve got a job for you. Take a ride up to Schenectady and find out what’s going on with the produce business up there. Paulie, give me a list of those cancellations.

Paulie rustles through the papers on his desk. He pulls out several and hands them to Vinnie. Another crash is heard from the loading dock. Vinnie winces.

VINNIE
And take Justy with you! Before he destroys this place!

STEVE
Aw, come on, Mr. C.! Not Justy!

VINNIE
Go on, you heard me. Call me as soon as you get up there. Here, take some cash.

Vinnie opens his desk drawer, pulls out a large roll of bills and tosses it to Al.

VINNIE
Snoop around, find out what’s going on.

AL
All right, Mr. C. Come on, Steve.

VINNIE
And don’t forget Justy!

Al and Steve leave the office as Vinnie glares angrily out the window. He takes a handful of cashews from the dish on his desk and pops a few in his mouth, chewing angrily.

INT. UPSTAIRS OFFICE OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – NIGHT

The telephone cord stretches across the room to the closet. Ronnie sits on the floor of the closet, the door half-closed, speaking in desperate whispers on the phone.

RONNIE
What am I going to do, Patrick? They’re really serious about this...this Saturday! (beat) How soon can you come down? They won’t let me out of the house. Wait – hold on!

He puts the phone down, rushes to the door, opens it a bit and peers out. He closes the door and returns to the closet.

RONNIE
Sorry. I thought I heard something. (beat) Yeah, please. You can stay here. There’s plenty of room. I’ll tell my father I’m inviting you to the wedding. Maybe we can figure something out...OK, see what you can do. Thanks...I’ll call you back tomorrow night.

A Message from Mr. C

INT. MOTEL ROOM IN UPSTATE NEW YORK - NIGHT

Al is on the phone. Steve is reading the paper while Justy plays solitaire on one of the beds.

AL
That’s what he told me, Mr. C. Joe DeMarco and Fred Savastano came in, actin’ like old friends...Yeah...And with a whole new price list. Sam even showed it to me. (beat) Yeah, hang on a sec. (to Steve) Hey, Stevie, hand me that phone book, will ya?

Steve tosses him the phone book and Al flips through it.

AL (CONT’D)
Yup. “DeMarco, Joseph”. Here it is...OK, we’ll swing by tomorrow...No, of course we’ll be careful...No problem...All right. Bye.

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – DAY

Al, Steve and Justy pull up in their 1960 Oldsmobile sedan, Steve behind the wheel, a few houses down from the DeMarco house. A panel truck and a florist’s van are parked in front of the house. Al opens his door and gets out of the car.

AL
I’m gonna take a walk. Drive ahead and wait for me at the next intersection.

Steve drives past the DeMarco house and parks on the street, a short distance away. Al walks casually up the sidewalk. Two African-American men are unloading tent poles from the truck.

AL
Big doings at the DeMarcos’?

WORKMAN #1
Yeah. There’s a wedding here on Saturday.

AL
No kidding. Ain’t that nice? Who’s the lucky guy?

WORKMAN #2
Their youngest son, I guess. That’s what I hear, anyway. Dropped out of the seminary to marry this girl. Used to be childhood sweethearts or something.

AL
Wow, she must be pretty special. Hope they have nice weather.

VAN DRIVER
Yeah, but you wanna hear something funny? I heard the kid’s old man is making him do it. Forced him to leave the seminary and get married so the families can go back in business together.

WORKMAN #2
Yup. Strangest thing I ever heard. Throwing a pretty big party, though.

AL
No kidding? Wow, that is strange. Well, better him than me. See ya later.

Al continues his walk along the sidewalk. When he reaches the Oldsmobile, he gets in.

AL
All right, let’s go.

STEVE
What’d ya find out?

AL
Joe DeMarco’s throwing a big wedding on Saturday for one of his kids. And I have a feeling Mr. C’s gonna be very interested to hear about it.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

Al is on the phone.

AL
Yeah. How do you like that? This DeMarco kid dropped out of the seminary about a week ago, and now he’s gonna marry one of the Savastano girls...Makes sense, right? The kids get hitched, and now the families are back in business together.

VINNIE
Nice work, Al. Hmmm. So the DeMarcos and the Savastanos are patching things up, and marrying off a couple of their kids to seal the deal.

AL
Yeah, but get this, Mr. C. Word is the kid ain’t so keen on getting hitched. It’s like they got him under house arrest or something...Yeah. A real case of cold feet.

VINNIE
No kidding. How ‘bout that?...Hmm. Maybe that gives us an opening...Al, I want you to stay up there a few more days. I need you to buy us some time. Maybe we can shake the kid up a bit. Give him something to think about. That’ll give me time to work on these customers they’re stealing back from us...Yeah...Nothing too rough, now. Just scare him a little bit, OK? You got enough money? All right...

INT. DINING ROOM OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE - NIGHT

Joe, Rose, Frank and Ronnie are having dinner. Ronnie is only picking at his food. The phone rings in the hallway. After the third ring, Joe stands, throws his napkin down on the table and goes out to answer it. Half a minute later, he comes back into the room.

JOE
Ronnie, it’s for you. Your cousin Bruno.


RONNIE
Bruno? For me?

ROSE
Maybe he wants to offer his congratulations.

Ronnie looks at Frank but Frank quickly looks away. Ronnie gets out of his chair and walks out to the hallway.

INT. ALTERNATING BETWEEN RONNIE IN THE HALLWAY AND BRUNO TALKING ON THE PHONE AT HOME

Ronnie picks up the phone.

RONNIE
Hello?

BRUNO
Heeey, Ron! How you doing? I heard the good news. Congratulations.

RONNIE
Th-thanks, Bruno.

BRUNO
Only one problem. It ain’t such good news, is it? Not to me, anyway.

Ronnie does not respond.

BRUNO
Hey, you still there?

RONNIE (quietly)
Yeah.

BRUNO
Good. Now you listen to me. I don’t know how you managed to end up with Nina. As far as I knew, you weren’t even interested in girls. (beat) We had it all planned out. Nina was gonna marry me. But I guess your old man’s got different ideas, doesn’t he?

Well, let me tell you something. One way or another, I’m gonna have Nina. I just gotta figure out how. In the meantime, you stay away from her — you understand? Although, that probably shouldn’t be too much of a problem for you. (laughs cruelly) Don’t worry, we’ll get you back in the seminary, and after you’re ordained, you can do the wedding for Nina and me. How’s that, huh? (beat) You there?

RONNIE (gritting his teeth)
Yeah, I’m here.

BRUNO
OK. I’ll be watching ya. You got that?

RONNIE
Uh, huh.

BRUNO
Allright then...see you Saturday.

INT. LIVING ROOM — A MOMENT LATER

Ronnie enters the room, looking stunned.

JOE
Well, what’d he want?

RONNIE
You were right, Mom. He just wanted to congratulate me.

INT. LIVING ROOM OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE - DAY

The front doorbell rings. No one is in the room.


ROSE DEMARCO (OFFSCREEN)
Ronnie! Can you get that?

Ronnie enters the room, walks to the door and opens it. It’s Al, holding a large vase of fresh flowers.

AL
I got some flowers here for Ron DeMarco.

RONNIE
I’m Ronnie.

AL
Hey, you’re the groom, right? Great! This here’s a special delivery from Mr. Calabresi in New York. Here, let me read you the card. (He takes out a small white card and reads.)

“If you know what’s good for you, don’t go through with it. Marriage ain’t for everybody. For some people, it’s the biggest mistake of their lives. P.S. Best wishes. Signed, Mr. C.”

Al hands Ronnie the flowers, turns and walks back down the steps. Rose comes into the room.

ROSE
Oh, my goodness! Who sent flowers? They’re beautiful!

RONNIE
Mom, do you remember feeling really nervous right before your wedding?

INT. THE DEMARCO HOUSE – RONNIE’S ROOM UPSTAIRS - NIGHT

Patrick sits on the bed. Ronnie paces anxiously.

RONNIE (frantically)
What am I gonna do? My mother said that Nina’s all excited about the whole thing. They told her I changed my mind about becoming a priest and decided to get married instead. And forget my father — he’s got his mind made up. He won’t even discuss it with me.

Meanwhile, my cousin Bruno called me the other night, telling me to stay away from Nina. And this morning some guy I’ve never even seen before comes to the door with a big bunch of flowers, and a message from Vinnie Calabresi saying that marriage isn’t good for my health.

PATRICK
Who’s Vinnie Calabresi?

RONNIE
He’s the wholesaler from New York who’s trying to put our families out of business.

PATRICK
Oh. (beat) Let me see that again?

Ronnie picks up the Catechism book that’s on the desk and hands it to Patrick. Patrick checks the index, then finds the passage he’s looking for and studies it carefully.

PATRICK
Wow. Well, according to the Catechism, matrimonial consent “must be an act of the will of each of the contracting parties, free of coercion or grave external fear.” (He looks up at Ronnie)

In other words, you can’t be forced into it. So even if you do get married tomorrow, it won’t be valid in the eyes of the Church.

RONNIE
So how does that help me?

PATRICK
Well, from what you’ve been telling me, I really don’t see how you can get out of this. Short of tying some sheets together and climbing out the window.


RONNIE
Believe me, I’ve thought about it.

PATRICK
So let’s assume you go through with it — just to make the families happy. You play house for a while, we wait a few weeks, and then we go to Father Griffin and ask him to help you apply for an annulment. On the grounds of matrimonial consent. (beat) In the meantime, it would probably help if you didn’t consummate.

RONNIE (frantically)
Oh, for God’s sake, Patrick! I’m not going to consummate!

PATRICK
Well then, you should be home free. You apply for an annulment and —

RONNIE
Patrick — the marriage tribunal takes months to even hear a case. I can’t wait that long — living in a pretend marriage. You think Nina’s not going to catch on?

PATRICK
I’m not sure what to tell you, then. Who do you fear more? Your father, or Bruno and Vinnie Calabresi?

RONNIE
Gee whiz, Patrick! What kind of a choice is that?!?

There's a knock on the door. Ronnie opens it a crack.

ROSE
Ronnie?

RONNIE
Yes, mom?

ROSE
You boys hungry? I brought you some cookies. I can make tea if you’d like.

The Wedding

INT. SACRISTY OF CHURCH – DAY

The ushers – Ray, Jr., and Nina’s two brothers – wearing black tuxedos, stand talking with each other. FATHER ANDOLFI, dressed in white vestments, talks with Frank (the best man)  while two altar boys stand quietly nearby. Ronnie, in a matching black tux, stands by himself staring out the window, a terrified look on his face. Joe DeMarco enters, also wearing a black tux.

JOE
Hi, boys. You look nice. Very nice. (He stops and looks at Ronnie.) What’s wrong with you?

Ronnie turns and looks Joe in the eye, glaring silently. Joe gestures to the ushers and priest, indicating the door.

JOE
May I have some time alone with Ronnie?

FR. ANDOLFI
Of course, Joe. Come on, gentlemen.

JOE
Thank you, Father.

The ushers, altar boys and Fr. Andolfi leave the sacristy. Joe grabs Ronnie by the arm.

JOE
What’s the matter with you, huh? You should be smiling, happy.

RONNIE
Dad – I can’t do this. You know that.

JOE
Ronnie – don’t you embarrass me. Don’t you embarrass me and your mother in front of our friends and family. Don’t embarrass Nina. And don’t you embarrass yourself. Have some self-respect, will ya?

RONNIE
Dad, how can I marry her? You know I don’t love her. I hardly even know her.

JOE
What are you talking about? You get along great with Nina. You kids today think you have to be head over heels in love with someone before you marry them, don’t you? How well do you think your mother and I knew each other before we got married? Huh? Not even a year!

Ronnie glares back at Joe for a moment, then looks away.

JOE (CONT’D)
Listen, Ronnie. You grow to love someone over time. By living with them day to day. Dealing with problems. Sharing successes and failures. Buying a house, raising a family together. And then one day it hits you, and you realize you can’t live without them. And you wonder how you ever did.

RONNIE (frantically)
Gee whiz, Dad. You’re not even listening to me. It’s got nothing to do with that. It’s about me wanting to be a priest. You know that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do — ever since I was twelve. I want to be able to say Mass and give out Communion —

JOE
Hey, you can go to Mass every day if you want to. Every morning on the way to work.

RONNIE
That’s not what I mean, Dad. I want to help people. Visit them when they’re sick. Comfort them in their sorrow.  Baptize children. Work with the poor...

JOE
Oh, you’ll be working with the poor all right! Vinnie Calabresi’s gonna put us right out of business!

RONNIE
Dad! And what about Nina? Don’t you think she deserves to be with someone who really loves her? You just don’t understand!

JOE
That’s what you think! I understand a  lot more than you do. That girl really likes you. She’s counting on you. If you walk out on her now, you’ll break her heart. That would be a terrible thing. Maybe even a sin.

RONNIE
And what about what I want, huh? Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

JOE
Look, Ronnie, I know this is all happening very fast. But I really believe that in time, you’ll come to see that it’s for the best. Some day you’re gonna wake up and realize that you can’t live without her. It may take a year or two, but mark my word...

RONNIE
And what about Bruno?

JOE
Huh? What about Bruno? What are you talking about? Bruno’s out of the picture. He was never in the picture.

RONNIE
Oh really? You sure about that? The other night when he called? He told me to stay away from Nina. Stay away! The guy can lift an entire crate of cantaloupes over his head. Do you know what he’ll do to me?

JOE
Ahh, he’s just talking. He’s jealous. For once in his life he’s not getting what he wants. Don’t you worry about Bruno. Uncle Gino will keep him in line. No one’s gonna hurt ya.

Frank knocks and opens the door to the sacristy.

FRANK
They’re ready for you. The limo’s here.

JOE
Thanks, Frankie. Tell Fr. Andolfi we’ll be right out. (to Ronnie) Now you listen to me. I want you put a smile on your face and remember – you’re not just doing this for me, you’re doing it for the whole family. You’re always talking about making sacrifices, right? Well, now you’re finally gettin’ your chance.

Joe grabs Ronnie by the arm and leads him toward the door. Then he stops and looks Ronnie right in the eye.

JOE
And when Fr. Andolfi asks if you take Nina to be your wife, you’d better say “I do”. And mean it! Let’s go.

Ronnie helplessly allows himself to be led out the door and into the sanctuary.

INT. CHURCH – A MOMENT LATER

The pews are filled with the two families, relatives and friends. The organist plays an appropriate hymn. Fr. Andolfi stands at the altar, an altar boy to each side. The ushers stand in a line to the right of the altar. Joe leads Ronnie to the front of the altar, then takes his seat next to Rose in the first row. The organist starts to play a wedding processional. The flower girl, ring bearer and bridesmaids walk down the aisle and stand to the left of the altar.

Nina walks down the aisle, accompanied by her father. The people in the pews turn to catch a glimpse of her. The ushers and bridesmaids also turn to look, but Ronnie remains stock still, staring straight ahead. Tiny beads of sweat trickle down the side of his face. When Nina and her father reach the altar, her father lifts back her veil and kisses her cheek.

Ronnie remains motionless. Fr. Andolfi pauses, then nods at Ronnie, signaling him to move to Nina’s side. Frank looks at Ronnie, then turns to look at Joe in the first row. Frank shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to do. Joe mimics a nudge of his elbow. Frank gives Ronnie a nudge, but he doesn’t move. Again, Frank looks at Joe, who widens his eyes and double pumps his elbow. Frank gives Ronnie a bigger nudge, bringing him out of his trance. Finally, Frank grabs Ronnie’s shoulders and guides him into place beside Nina.

FR. ANDOLFI
Welcome, everyone. We are here today to witness the joining in holy matrimony of your son and daughter, Ronnie and Nina. It is a day filled with much joy and anticipation. And some trepidation as well. But we trust in God, knowing that He alone brings together man and woman, uniting them for the journey of life.

The camera pans the congregation, and we see Rose, a solemn but happy look on her face; Joe, watching Ronnie for any sign of hesitation; Ronnie’s sisters, aunts and uncles; Bruno, glaring, clenching and unclenching his fist. The camera pans down to Nonna, who sits snoozing in the pew next to Josie. We see Patrick, looking on incredulously.

FR. ANDOLFI
And so I ask you in turn. Do you, Nina, take Ron to be your husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?

NINA
I do.

FR. ANDOLFI
And do you, Ron, take Nina to be your wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?

Slowly, Ronnie parts his lips, but he cannot speak. Joe and Rose lean forward slightly, straining to hear. The ushers and then the bridesmaids carefully turn toward their heads toward Nina and Ronnie. Fr. Andolfi looks up from his prayer book, trying to meet Ronnie’s eyes. Fred and Angie exchange a long look, raising their eyebrows, perplexed. The ring bearer, his mouth hanging open, stare transfixed at Ronnie.

FR. ANDOLFI
Ronnie?...Ron?

RONNIE
Hmmm?

FR. ANDOLFI
Say, “I do.”

Ronnie finally looks at Nina and sees the panic beginning to enter her eyes and spread across her face.

RONNIE
I....yes. OK. I do.

Nina breathes a sigh of relief, as do the ushers and bridesmaids and the family members in the pews.

FR. ANDOLFI
Then by the power vested in me by the state of New York and the archdiocese of Schenectady, I pronounce you man and wife. (beat)

You, uh, you may kiss.

Neither Ronnie nor Nina makes a move, until finally Nina leans up and kisses Ronnie on the corner of the mouth. He shakes his head as if waking from a dream. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his brow and face. Nina gives him a warm yet uncertain smile.

EXT. FRONT ENTRANCE OF CHURCH – 5 MINUTES LATER

With the wedding recessional playing, Ronnie and Nina emerge from the church into the sunlight of a warm June day. Family and friends shower them with white confetti and streamers, cheering and laughing.

EXT. BACK YARD OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – DAY

There’s a tent with a dance floor, a live band in tuxedos, and a table with a large wedding cake. The guests mingle, sipping asti spumante in crystal glasses. Joe and Tony chat like old friends. The little children chase each other.

Nina and Ronnie cut the wedding cake and feed each other a piece. The dazed expression has returned to Ronnie’s face. He carefully feeds Nina as the band plays, “...the groom feeds the bride...” When Nina feeds Ronnie, she playfully gets some frosting on his face. He quickly grabs a napkin from the table and wipes it off.

Ronnie and Nina dance to Lou Monte’s “Somewhere There Is Someone”, Ronnie awkwardly trying not to step on her feet but managing to do so anyway.

RONNIE
Sorry about that.

NINA
That’s all right. We haven’t had a chance to practice, have we?

RONNIE
That’s for sure.

INT. SECOND FLOOR OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – LATER THAT AFTERNOON

Ronnie emerges from the bathroom. Bruno, arms crossed, waits outside the door. Bruno pushes Ronnie back inside and closes the door behind him.

BRUNO
Hey, how you doing, cousin? Enjoying your big day?

RONNIE
Look, Bruno, I know you’re not happy about this, but neither am I. It’s beyond my control right now...

BRUNO
You just listen to me, pal. Remember what I said. You stay away from her – got it?

RONNIE
You got nothing to worry about, Bruno. I just need some time to work this out....

There’s a knock on the door. Bruno turns to look at the door then looks back at Ronnie.

RONNIE
Be out in a minute! (to Bruno) I need to get back out there, OK? Don’t worry, I’ll  figure something out.

He carefully edges past Bruno and out the door. A bridesmaid starts to enter the room, then stops, startled to see Bruno. He walks past her, glaring.

EXT. DRIVEWAY OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

Ronnie and Nina, wearing their “going way” outfits, walk down the driveway toward Nina’s 1959 Chevy Impala. The car is decorated with streamers and a “Just Married” sign. The guests follow, clapping and shouting congratulations. Ronnie opens the passenger door for Nina, then gets in behind the wheel. 

As they drive off, they pass an Oldsmobile parked on the street. Steve is at the wheel, Al is next to him and Justy is in back. Ronnie catches a glimpse of them as he drives past.

RONNIE
The man with the flowers...??

NINA
Hmmm?

RONNIE
Nothing...

EXT. DRIVEWAY OF THE DEMARCO HOUSE – A FEW MINUTES LATER

Most of the wedding guests have gone back inside the house, but Bruno, Nick and Frank remain outside.

BRUNO
Come on, let’s get out of here. Too many happy people around.

FRANK
Where do you want to go?

BRUNO
I know a place that’s having an all-night party. Should be a really good time.

Bruno starts towards his car. Frank and Nick exchange a look.

NICK
Come on, Frank. I don’t think Bruno should be alone right now.

INT. MOTEL ROOM IN UPSTATE NEW YORK — NIGHT

The Whispering Pines Motor Lodge is a pleasant, 1950s vintage 2-story motel. The office is separate from the motel building itself. The parking lot is nearly filled with cars.

Nina enters the bathroom. Ronnie goes to his suitcase, opens it and carefully pulls out his travel kit, pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. He sits down in the chair, cradling the items in his arms. He is petrified but trying not to show it. Nina exits the bathroom in short-sleeved pajamas and a lightweight bathrobe. She sits down on the bed and leans back against the headboard. She looks at Ronnie in the chair and smiles before speaking.

NINA
Bathroom’s free.
RONNIE
Oh. Thank you.

Bruno Drops In

Ronnie enters the bathroom and locks the door. Nina remains on the bed for a few minutes, then gets up and takes a book from her suitcase. She sits back down on the bed and begins to read.

Inside the bathroom, Ronnie has changed into his pajama bottoms and t-shirt and is brushing his teeth. He brushes them for a long time, several times stopping to add more toothpaste to the brush, then starting to brush again. Finally, he stops, fills a glass with water from the tap, and rinses his mouth several times. He studies his reflection for a moment in the mirror. Then he picks up his clothes, unlocks the door, and exits the bathroom.

He places his clothes on the shelf of the closet. Nina looks up from her book to watch him. Unsure of what to do next, he gives Nina a weak smile, then walks back to his suitcase and searches through it. He finds the small case containing his rosary beads, then walks quickly back to the bathroom and locks himself inside again.

He sits on the edge of the tub, clutching the rosary beads. His eyes are closed and his lips move silently as he prays. Nina waits a few moments, then puts down her book, gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. She knocks gently on the door.

NINA
Ronnie? Are you all right?

At the sound of the knock, Ronnie jumps with a start.

RONNIE
Huh?

NINA
Are you OK?

RONNIE
I...I’m fine...I’ll be out in a minute. Sorry.

NINA
Can you open the door?

After a moment, we hear a click as Ronnie unlocks the door. Slowly the door opens a few inches.

NINA
Are you sick or something?

RONNIE
No, I’m fine. Really.

NINA
Come to bed. It’s late.

She gently takes his hand and leads him out of the bathroom. He puts the rosary beads down on the night table. Nina takes off her robe, places it on the chair and sits on the bed. Ronnie remains standing by the bed. Nina gestures to him to sit. He remains motionless. She knits her brows and smiles.

NINA (gently)
Come on. Sit down, will ya?

Finally he sits, his arms folded across his chest. She studies his face for a moment, then brings her face closer to his. He backs up, toward the headboard. She moves closer and he continues to back away, until he bumps the back of his head against the headboard. She giggles, then quickly covers her mouth with her hand.

Slowly, Nina reaches up and removes his glasses. She folds them carefully and places them on the nightstand. She reaches up, places her arms on his shoulders and links her fingers behind his neck. Then she closes her eyes and brings her lips to within inches of his. Ronnie sits, motionless, a petrified expression on his face. She waits. Finally he reaches up with one hand and taps her gently on the shoulder. She opens her eyes, then a bewildered expression crosses her face. Slowly she removes her arms from his shoulders.

NINA (softly)
What is it?


RONNIE
I think we need to talk.

NINA (very slowly)
Oh, OK. What do you want to talk about?

RONNIE (hesitantly)
What, um, what did they tell you about why I left the seminary?

NINA (slowly)
Well, my dad said you changed your mind about becoming a priest. He said you’d been having second thoughts all along and finally decided it wasn’t for you. (beat) That’s what happened, isn’t it?

RONNIE
Not exactly.

NINA
What do you mean?

He sits silently, trying to avoid her eyes.

NINA
What are you trying to say?

Ronnie starts to speak, then stops.

NINA
Tell me what’s going on. Ronnie!

RONNIE (slowly)
A week ago Tuesday, my father sent Frank up to St. Matthew’s. He packed up all my things and drove me home. (beat) When we got back, my father told me that you and I were getting married.

NINA
I don’t understand.

Ronnie sits silently, unable to look at her. Slowly, she  backs away from him.

NINA (CONT’D)
My parents told me you’d been having second thoughts...that seeing me on Christmas Eve convinced you that the priesthood wasn’t for you...that you wanted to marry me...instead...

She steps off the bed, puts on her robe and stands facing him.

NINA
Are you saying you didn’t really want to do this? Is that what you’re saying? Ronnie?!?

RONNIE (whispering)
I don’t know. I mean...yes.

NINA
And just when were you planning to tell me this?

RONNIE
Tonight...I guess.

NINA (sarcastically)
Well, I’m certainly glad you didn’t wait five years ‘til we had a house, four kids and a dog. ‘Cause that would’ve  been tragic. This, this is no big deal. This I can accept. This I can underst—

Her voice cracks. She turns away from him, covers her face with her hands, and melts into the chair. She starts to cry.

RONNIE
Nina? Hey, come on...

She looks up at him furiously, wiping away tears.

NINA
And you want to be a priest? Is that how you treat people? By lying to them?

RONNIE
I didn’t lie!

NINA
You didn’t?!? You said “I do”!!

RONNIE
Well what was I supposed to say?

NINA
Say “No — I don’t!!”

RONNIE
But Nina, I —

NINA
Just what were you planning to do? Did you really think you could just get married and then tonight tell me, “Gee, Nina, I was only kidding!”

RONNIE
I had no choice! My father insisted! He really believes that after being married a while, I’ll forget all about the priesthood. I figured we could get an annulment and then you could marry someone else and have all the things you really want...

NINA (bitterly sarcastic)
Oh, so you were actually concerned about me! How very thoughtful of you! You want to know what I want? I’ll tell you what I want! I want to build a life with you. I want to make you happy. I really thought I could do that. And I thought you wanted that too...

EXT. WHISPERING PINES MOTOR LODGE PARKING LOT — NIGHT

Bruno, Nick and Frank pull into the motel parking lot in Bruno’s Pontiac. Nick is behind the wheel, Bruno in the front seat, Frank in back. Bruno gets out, an open bottle of asti spumante in his hand. He walks with a slight stagger into the office. He converses with the clerk behind the counter, then he emerges from the office and begins walking toward the motel. Nick and Frank exchange a glance, then quickly get out of the car and hurry to catch up to Bruno.

INT. MOTEL ROOM — A MINUTE LATER

NINA
(with tears in her eyes)
You know, I really thought I loved you, Ronnie. I haven’t forgotten all the fun we used to have. I still think about those times. I really thought we —

There’s a knock on the door, and they turn their heads  toward the sound. There’s another knock.

FRANK
Ronnie — you in there?

Ronnie rises from the bed.

RONNIE
Frank?? Is that you?

FRANK
Let us in, will ya?

RONNIE (to Nina)
I think it’s my brother.

Ronnie squints through the peephole in the door, then unlocks it and starts to turn the knob.

NINA
Don’t open it!!

The door flies open, striking Ronnie in the face. He lets out a cry as he is thrown back and onto the floor. Bruno bursts through the door, Nick and Frank right behind him.

BRUNO
Well, well, well! If it ain’t the happy couple! We came to help you celebrate! I even brought the bubbly!

He holds up the bottle, then puts it to his lips and drinks.

NINA
Bruno! Get out of here!

BRUNO
Whoah! What do you know! She remembered my name!

Bruno hands the bottle to Nick, then reaches down and picks up Ronnie by his t-shirt. Ronnie’s nose is bleeding badly; blood streams down his chin onto his white t-shirt. Bruno puts his face close to Ronnie’s. Ronnie grimaces in pain.

BRUNO
Hello, cousin. You haven’t forgotten what I told you, have you?

He turns and looks at Nina, who is now standing on the bed, a pillow clenched in her hand.

NINA
Bruno! Get out of here right now! (to Nick and Frank) Get him out of here! Now!

BRUNO
Hey, come on! The party’s just getting started. (to Ronnie) I sure hope nothing’s been going on in here...

He looks around at Nina again, then back at Ronnie. Ronnie, still firmly in Bruno’s grip, shakes his head weakly.

BRUNO (CONT’D)
‘Cause if anything happened between you two, I’m gonna be ve-e-ery unhappy. You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you, Ron?

Nina jumps down to the floor and starts swinging the pillow at Bruno’s back and head. He laughs, unharmed, then turns and shoves her roughly back onto the bed. Nick and Frank now look very uncomfortable with this turn of events. Several people have emerged from their motel rooms and stand in the hallway outside the room in pajamas and robes. The clerk from the office comes running down the hall.

NINA
This is my wedding night!!

She takes another swing at Bruno with the pillow, but misses and hits Ronnie instead. The motel clerk comes to the door.

MOTEL CLERK
If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the police!

FRANK
Look, don’t worry. We’re leaving, OK?  (to Bruno) Come on, Bruno! Bruno! Let him go! Come on! (to Nick) Nick, help me, will ya?

Frank and Nick pull Bruno out of the room and down the hall.

MOTEL CLERK (to Ronnie)
Are you OK? Can I get you some ice or something?

Ronnie waves him away and crumples to the floor. The clerk takes one last look around, then closes the door and leaves. Nina sits on the bed, her back to Ronnie. Her legs are pulled up, and she hides her face in her arms, emotionally drained. Very slowly, Ronnie rises off the floor and makes his way toward her. He reaches a hand toward her shoulder.

RONNIE
Nina? I’m really, really sorry...

NINA (icily)
Don’t. Please. (beat) Just don’t.

He staggers to his suitcase, finds a handkerchief and covers his nose with it. He lets out a groan. Nina turns and looks at him and sighs sympathetically.

NINA
Oh, my goodness, look at you. I’ll go get some ice.

She leaves the room with the ice bucket and returns a minute later. She gets a towel from the bathroom, puts several ice cubes in it and wraps it up. 

NINA
Sit up. Put your head back.

He sits on the floor, his back against the mattress and leans his head back. She places the ice against his face.

NINA
Hold this. I’m gonna get another towel.

She goes to the bathroom and returns with another towel and starts to wipe the blood off his face and neck. She sighs.

NINA (softly)
This is not how I imagined it would be...

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