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Vincent Dilora
Neighborhood.
Narrator
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Narrator
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Anthony
Oh, no.
Narrator
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Carmela
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Sal
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Hera
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Narrator
1, 2, 3. Table read my Lady's Song.
Sal
All right.
Narrator
Brilliant.
Vincent Dilora
All right, take him to the diaphragm. Sam's outdone.
Narrator
My Lady's Song by Dan Lauria and Frank Megna Based on a story by Dan Lauria Interior, black limo, night. As credits roll, we hear Peggy Lee singing Fever. Camera slowly pans over a sm the dull black leathery background. Suddenly, a cleaning rag travels across, leaving it shiny. The first in a parade of images. An ashtray being cleaned. A small liquor cabinet being restocked. Royal red, roughly textured surface. After a moment, a silver dustbuster moves back and forth across the screen. The red surface is the carpet of a stretch limo. The opposite front door of the black limo opens. First third of credits ends. Interior, La Salle Limo Service Garage Night. Uncle Charlie, late 60s. The heavyset manager of La Salle Limo Service speaks to Sal Marino, the driver, who is off camera.
Uncle Charlie
Hey, Sal.
Sal
Yeah?
Uncle Charlie
Everything go okay?
Sal
Great. Nice old man. An extra 50.
Uncle Charlie
Jeez, I'm on the wrong end of this shit. What do you gotta do? You get my blowjob.
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Sal, a tough ex con in his mid-50s wears the hard years on his face. He backs out of his side and looks at Charlie across the top of the black limo. Standing behind Charlie is Leo, a goon in his late 20s. Next to him is a mean dog on a short leash.
Sal
I'll leave that to little Leo here.
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Leo's face tightens. The dog growls.
Vincent Dilora
Easy boy.
Sal
Everybody knows he's your sex slave.
Vincent Dilora
That'll be the date.
Sal
As long as he makes you happy.
Vincent Dilora
Charlie yeah, keep pushing.
Narrator
More growling.
Uncle Charlie
Sit. All right you two, just knock it off. Sal, you're going back out tonight.
Sal
Tonight? It's almost midnight.
Uncle Charlie
Vince is here.
Sal
Vince?
Uncle Charlie
He wants to see you at the club.
Sal
When?
Uncle Charlie
About 10 minutes ago.
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Charlie and Leo head for the office door as the limo pulls away.
Vincent Dilora
Washed up old bastard in his day,
Uncle Charlie
Sal the Barber would have any of you young punks for lunch.
Vincent Dilora
Sal the barber, Sal the nothing.
Uncle Charlie
You know, Sal's right. You were starting to look a little like this dog.
Narrator
They enter the office and close the door. Loud disco music jumps out at us. Exterior New York City Street Night the sound of loud New York City streets as we turn onto 42nd and 8th Avenue and hear nothing but loud mechanized disco. Interior Front seat of Sal's black limo. Night 2nd 3rd of credits roll as Billie Holiday sings Lover man. Sal drives down 8th Avenue. The city is shut out from Sal's inner world. He turns onto 45th Street. End of the second third of credits. Exterior Private I Club Night the limo drives past the front of the strip club. Live nude girls flashes in neon. A large poster on the front wall reads Tonight porn stars Hara Reames and Lada Menas. The limo parks across the street under a sign that reads don't even think of parking here. Sal exits the limo. The music stops only to be replaced by disco music from inside the strip club. Sal tosses his butt and puts on his black suit jacket. He walks across the street to the club. Interior PRIVATE I CLUB NIGHT the packed club pulsates with ear piercing disco music. Men with cigars and drinks talk it up and cheer. Hara and Mada, two beautiful young ladies, one in her twenties, the other slightly older, are on stage in the beginning stages of their dance act and are very elaborately dressed. Obviously their act is a lesbian dance number meant to excite heterosexual males. Sal moves through the crowd to the bar where Frank the bartender greets him.
Vincent Dilora
Sally boy, how's it hanging? What can I get You?
Sal
Yeah. Good, Frank, good. Vince here?
Vincent Dilora
He's waiting for you in the office.
Sal
What?
Vincent Dilora
The office?
Sal
Thanks.
Vincent Dilora
Hey, you want a drink first?
Sal
What?
Uncle Charlie
Drink?
Sal
Yeah.
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Sal heads for the back office. He passes the stage. Lotta has one breast exposed as Hera dances behind her. Hera reaches around and caresses Lotta's exposed breast. Hera spots Sal and winks. Sal just smiles and keeps walking. Interior, back office, private eye club, late night. Vincent Dilora, a rugged mid-50s, sits behind a large oak desk that dominates a style stylish office. He's going over some books when there's a knock at the door. The door opens and Sal enters.
Vincent Dilora
Sally boy, how the hell are you?
Sal
Good, Vince. I'm good. When'd you get in?
Vincent Dilora
Yesterday. I got in yesterday.
Sal
Long time.
Vincent Dilora
Almost two years. Had family business out west. La la land. All legal, all respect. Well, legal anyway.
Sal
We doing good?
Vincent Dilora
We're doing good.
Sal
Your father would be proud.
Vincent Dilora
My father wouldn't understand. Different world. How's your mom? She doing all right?
Sal
Men's amends, you know?
Vincent Dilora
She get the roses for her birthday?
Sal
She loved them. Thanks.
Vincent Dilora
Hey, the least I can do. What was it, 77? Eight?
Sal
She'll be 80 this year.
Vincent Dilora
Eighty? Gee, Carmela is 80. Ah, we should live so long. We gotta do something special for my girlfriend, huh? We'll do something special for my girlfriend this year. You hear me?
Sal
That'd be good.
Vincent Dilora
Remind me, that's an order.
Sal
You got it.
Vincent Dilora
And you? You okay?
Sal
I'm good. I like driving.
Vincent Dilora
Watching them shoot those movies. Maybe we should change places.
Sal
All I do is drive.
Vincent Dilora
Yeah. You get tired of it, you let me know.
Sal
I will.
Vincent Dilora
Gotta take care of my favorite soldier.
Sal
Soldier. Those days are long gone.
Vincent Dilora
Wow. What are you, an old man or what?
Sal
Yeah, I am.
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Vincent pours himself a Perrier with lime.
Vincent Dilora
I give you a million bucks, you show me somebody getting younger. Have a drink, Mary. What do you want? I got everything here.
Sal
Diet Pepsi's good.
Vincent Dilora
Look at this, will you? Diet Pepsi and sparkling water. That's what it comes down to. Next thing you know, we'll be playing pinochle. We used to be bones, remember? Sally?
Narrator
Bulls hand sell his drink.
Sal
That was then.
Vincent Dilora
Now, now, forget it. The old days, we had to be hard. We had to be mean. Now it's all legal. Booze, gambling, porn, even prostitution in some states. Soon drugs will be a hell of a way to fight crime. Make it all legal. All legal and all disgustingly weak.
Narrator
Vince starts dreaming of the old days.
Vincent Dilora
Remember when we started working for my father? Running numbers in Brooklyn?
Sal
I Mean?
Vincent Dilora
We understood what family meant. The bond, loyalty. It's like a dirty word today.
Sal
We were kids.
Vincent Dilora
Yeah, but with the balls the size of Uncle Charlie taking us on our first hit. You got me through that.
Sal
Uncle Charlie said you wanted to see me about something.
Vincent Dilora
Yeah. Yeah. How would you like to be in a porn movie?
Narrator
Close on Sal's face. Exterior New York City Street Night. Last of the credits run as a ridiculously long white limo moves through the city streets to the rhythm of the disco music playing in the strip club. The decadence of late night 8th Avenue is seen. End credits as the white limo pulls up to the club stage entrance, Sal exits and goes to the passenger rear door and opens it. He waits like a soldier at his post.
Sal
Cut.
Director
That was lovely, Sal. Just lovely. Now, when the girls come out, they will get into the limo and you will shut the door and get into it as you pull away.
Sal
And that's it.
Director
That's all I need. Jose, let's get that camera set up for when the girls shut the exit the club.
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Three men acting like a film crew move a lamp from across the street. They start laying some track.
Sal
What do I do now?
Director
Go back to Vince's office. I'll call you when the girls are ready.
Narrator
Sal leaves.
Director
What are we waiting? Oh, no. They could have gotten another stud and had the option of another fuck. I don't understand these people. Don't they love their craft? Please.
Narrator
Interior. Back office. Private iClub. Late night. We hear a news broadcast on TV.
Uncle Charlie
After three weeks of a strike, the Hotel Workers union and the hotel owners have agreed to come back to the table. With sinister Baxter mediating. I'm looking forward to sitting with both sides and ending this strike.
Narrator
Punk Vincent Delora, a rugged mid-50s, sits behind a large oak desk that dominates a stylish office. He's going over some books when there's a knock at the door. Vincent shuts off the TV as Sal enters.
Vincent Dilora
Sally boy.
Narrator
Interior private iClub. Back office. Night.
Vincent Dilora
Hey, how's the porn star?
Sal
Some star. That limo's like driving a bus. I've never seen one that big. Two TVs, two bars, two stereo, two cameras here.
Narrator
Vincent tosses Sal an envelope.
Sal
Must have set you back a few.
Vincent Dilora
Over 100 grand.
Sal
It's a lot of cost.
Narrator
Sal is shocked by the amount of money inside the envelope.
Vincent Dilora
Porn's big business, Sal. Big power.
Sal
There's gotta be two GS here.
Vincent Dilora
Movies pay big too.
Sal
Two GS for driving up and opening the door. What's up, Vince?
Vincent Dilora
It's easy Money.
Sal
Nothing's easy, Sal.
Vincent Dilora
You got one more shot to do. You opened the door for the girls
Sal
and that's worth two grand.
Vincent Dilora
You were never in the movie before.
Sal
Okay, then what?
Vincent Dilora
Then you're gonna take the girls to pick up our favorite john. They're gonna be in the backseat doing their thing while you tour the city. When they're done, you drop Mr. Big Shot off. You drop the broads off. Nothing you haven't done a million times before. This time you go home with two grand and you keep your mouth shut. That's all you got? The whole thing? Have another diet soda.
Narrator
Sal gets a soda.
Vincent Dilora
Look, Sal, making porn is not illegal. Making home movies with two consenting adults or three consenting adults is not illegal. You don't want to do it. I'll give Leo a call. I just figured I'd throw a little your way, that's all. Wet your beak for old times sakes. Besides, the girls asked for you.
Narrator
Sal starts to say something.
Hera
And?
Vincent Dilora
And because you got the right license to drive that white yacht out there, the last thing this john needs is to be stopped for a ticket. Okay.
Sal
Why not? Thanks. I better get back. I have to prepare for my close up.
Narrator
The two old friends laugh. Sal turns to leave.
Vincent Dilora
Sal, one more thing. Tomorrow you bring that boat back to me at La Salle. Don't clean up anything. Don't touch the video equipment. You understand?
Sal
Yeah, huh? I understand.
Narrator
Sal exits. The door closes. Close up shot on Vincent. Exterior, Private Eye Club stage entrance. Night. The rear door of the long white limo opens. Hera and Lada exit the club and approach Sal standing by the open door.
Hera
Evening, Sal.
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Sal bows at the waist.
Sal
Good evening, my lady.
Director
Caught what?
Carmela
What the hell was that?
Sal
What?
Director
That with the bowing. Just open the door. Close it when the girls get in.
Sal
Well, I thought, you know, a way to show some.
Director
D d d d d d Don't think and don't show.
Sal
But I gotta say, listen, Daniel Day,
Director
you don't have to show nothing. You don't gotta say nothing. You're a limo driver in a porn movie and it's after midnight. That's all you've got to know. Everybody back to one.
Narrator
And here we go. Here we go. Once again, the girls head back to position one. As they pass Sal close up on Sal.
Sal
I'd like to kick his ass.
Lada
Believe me, he'd enjoy it.
Narrator
Exterior, New York City. Street. Night. Traveling. We hear Etta James singing at last as the big white limo cruises down city streets. Interior, big white limo, continuous inside. Window opens. Between Sal and the girls say, Sal,
Lada
you gonna do a fuck scene with us in this movie?
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Sal nervously laughs and turns red.
Hera
Yes, Sal. Vince gonna have them write a scene for the three of us?
Sal
I'm afraid not, ladies.
Lada
You ever had two at one time? Sally?
Sal
I never had that pleasure.
Hera
Even when you was a big time guy?
Sal
I was never that big.
Lada
It was never too late.
Hera
Oh, stop it, Lotta. You're embarrassing the poor guy. Sal, you know where to go?
Sal
Yeah, I got the address.
Hera
You ask the night clerk to call up to apartment 7k. K, like in King.
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Exterior, east side apartment building. Night. Sal enters the building. Lotta exits the limo and lights a cigarette. Hera joins her.
Lada
What's the matter?
Hera
Nothing.
Lada
Look, kid, I gotta do this. This is the big bucks. I ain't getting any younger.
Hera
If Vince finds out.
Lada
Vince ain't gonna find out shit. Look, this is between me and the Senator. I've been riding that pony for years. It's about time that horse paid off. All you gotta do is keep your mouth shut. You owe me that much.
Hera
It's not that. I always get like this when I gotta do one of these scumbags who sets himself up to be better than anyone else.
Lada
Remember, it's not a dick, it's money.
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Sal exits the building.
Sal
He'll be right down.
Lada
You get in, Sal, we'll get the door.
Hera
Put on some of that old shit you listen to.
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Sal gets into the limo and lowers his window. He plays the rest of At Last.
Hera
Who's that singing?
Sal
Etta James. One of the best.
Hera
Can almost feel the pain. You play her while we do our thing, okay?
Sal
Sure, kid. I'll just do that.
Lada
He's in the lobby.
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Lada opens the rear passenger.
Hera
You know, Sal, my mama would never let me listen to music like that. She said only St. Louis trash would sing such sinful songs.
Sal
Is that where you're from? St. Louis?
Hera
I'm from wherever they want. What the hell is their dime, right?
Sal
If you say so.
Lada
Here he comes. Hiya, sugar.
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A well dressed man in his mid-50s enters the limo.
Hera
Sal, just keep driving around till we tell you to head back. Don't open the window.
Narrator
The two girls jump in.
Sal
You got it.
Narrator
Exterior, New York City Street Night continuous. The city in the wee hours as Etta James sings the Love of my man. Montage of shots, Dashboard as light goes on indicating tape recording. Times Square. The Washington Bridge from the west side highway. Empire State Building, Grant's Tomb. Sunrise of the 79th street boat basin. Exterior, east side apartment building. Early morning. Sal exits and Runs to open the rear door for the John who looks at Sal.
Vincent Dilora
I was told you're a man who knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Sal
That's what they say.
Vincent Dilora
Let's keep it that way.
Narrator
The John takes out a roll of money and peels off a few bills, putting them into Sal's suit jacket pocket. The John enters the apartment building. Interior, Big white limo, continuous. Sal opens the inside window.
Sal
Where to, ladies? I'm at your serve.
Lada
I live in Queens.
Hera
Brooklyn.
Sal
Me too. So I'll drop Lot off first.
Lada
Hey, stop at a good diner on Queens Boulevard.
Sal
Whatever you say, but I'm buying.
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Sal starts to close the window.
Hera
Sal, I want to come up front with you. She's going to start smoking like a chimney back here.
Sal
Suit yourself.
Narrator
Window closes as Lotta pulls connecting wires from her pocketbook. And during the following dialogue, she connects one TV VCR to the other tv. She removes two blank tapes from her purse. She then removes a tape from one of the VCRs and puts it in the blank.
Lada
Okay, whatever you do, don't let him open that window.
Hera
I know, I know.
Lada
When we get to the restaurant, tell him I fell asleep. I don't care if you have to fuck the old bastard, don't let him back here.
Hera
Don't worry about it.
Lada
If I had my equipment, I'd be able to burn off a DVD and nothing flat.
Hera
But why does Vince want a copy?
Lada
Who knows? Two can play at that game.
Vincent Dilora
Ally, can you read that line? Instead of saying dvd, can you say tape?
Carmela
Yep.
Vincent Dilora
Okay, because they actually didn't have dvd.
Sal
What about cutting old bastard? Have you seen this face? Just say just.
Vincent Dilora
I remember when Joe had that face.
Sal
I guess I know my New age range. Here we go.
Narrator
She then removes a tape from one of the VCRs and puts in the blank.
Lada
Look, whatever you do, don't let him open that window.
Hera
I know, I know.
Lada
When we get to the restaurant, tell him I fall asleep. I don't care if you have to fuck the old bastard, don't let him back here.
Hera
Don't worry about it.
Lada
If I had my equipment, I'd be able to burn off a tape. And nothing flat.
Hera
Why does Vince want to copy?
Lada
Who knows, but two can play at this game.
Narrator
Hera exits. Interior, big white limo. Continuous. Hera sits in the front seat and Sal heads for queens. Hera puts her head back on the big leather seat and closes her eyes. Her knee covers the record light.
Hera
Queens. My good man. Music, please.
Sal
You got it.
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Sal presses play and Dinah Washington sings. What a difference a day makes.
Hera
She sounds great. Yeah, smooth.
Sal
I saw that guy.
Narrator
Sal looks at Hera.
Vincent Dilora
Who?
Sal
Tough night at the office.
Narrator
Sal smiles and pulls away. Exterior, long white limo, early morning. The limo heads for the Queensborough Bridge as Dinah Washington sings and Hera sleeps. New York City at dawn. Nothing like it. Exterior, Empire Diner, Queens Boulevard. Continuous. We see the Queensborough Bridge. The big white limo maneuvers in the the diner parking lot. Interior, front of big white limo. Continuous. Sal is about to wake Hera when he stops and stares at her for a moment. He brushes some hair, covering her face. Flash Hera astride the john, grinding and looking straight at the camera. Sal shuts off the music.
Sal
Hey. Hey. We're here. Hey, kid, get up.
Narrator
What?
Sal
We're here.
Lada
Where?
Sal
I'll get your partner.
Narrator
Sal moves to lower the window. Hera grabs his hand.
Hera
I'll get her. She's probably out like a light too. We'll be right in.
Narrator
Exterior, Empire Diner parking lot, Queens Boulevard. Continuous. Sal heads for the diner entrance. Hera goes to the limo's rear door. Interior, big white limo. Continuous. Hera opens the door to find Lotta fast asleep as the tape plays. The red recorder light on One of the VCRs is glowing as a tape of the threesome plays on the other screen. Hera wakes Lada.
Hera
What the hell are you doing?
Lada
What?
Hera
You're supposed to be taping this, not sleeping.
Lada
It's taping. It's taping. Don't have a kitten. What, I'm supposed to watch us fuck? Give me a break.
Hera
Is it done?
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Lada looks at the VCR counter.
Lada
It's an hour tape. Hi, Def.
Hera
How much longer?
Lada
Couple of minutes.
Hera
You copied both tapes?
Lada
I'll start the other one while we eat. By the time he gets me home, we'll have both had this at my place. I could have made a dozen tapes by this time. Look, order me sausage and eggs and just eat slow, okay?
Carmela
Hurry up.
Lada
It's a tape.
Hera
Well, hurry anyway. I'll entertain what's his face. I want no part of this.
Narrator
Interior, Empire Diner in Queens. Morning. Sal sits in a booth. Hera joins him.
Hera
She's getting herself together. She wants eggs.
Sal
Your wish is my command.
Hera
What are you, Warren Buffett?
Sal
I did well tonight. Least I can do.
Hera
Your money's no good here.
Sal
What are you, Roc? A fella?
Hera
We did pretty well ourselves.
Sal
I don't care what you made and stop the crap. We both know that was no regular porno film.
Hera
What are you talking about?
Sal
Vince didn't pay me two grand to do what I always do. I saw the record light. I didn't just fall off a truck.
Hera
He must have fell on your head.
Sal
All right, forget I said anything.
Hera
Sal, what you think you know, you don't know. And you don't want to know.
Sal
That's right, I don't. But I'm still buying breakfast.
Hera
I don't want to know.
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The waitress approaches. Lotta stands behind her.
Hera
Can I take your order?
Lada
Mmm. Eggs over with Italian sausage, rye toast, orange juice and coffee.
Hera
Make that, too. And you, sir?
Sal
Oatmeal, grapefruit juice, coffee.
Hera
You got it.
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Lada sits next to Hera, facing Sal.
Lada
Oatmeal.
Narrator
Sam smiles, then looks to Hera, who smiles back. Hold on. Sal smiles.
Anthony
I don't know who Sam is, but he didn't come into the.
Narrator
Sal. Sorry. What did I say?
Anthony
It's so weird.
Narrator
Okay, guys, thank you.
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Sal smiles, then looks to Hera, who smiles back. Exterior, Sal's home, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Late morning. Sal pulls the white limo into the long, narrow Driveway alongside his three story house in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. The limo barely fits and Sal has a hard time getting out. He hears his nephew wearing a college jacket call from across the street.
Anthony
Hey, Uncle Sal, where'd you get the mobile home?
Sal
You believe this?
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Interior, big white limo, continuous. The door opens and Anthony steps inside. Sal watches him. Anthony can't believe his eyes.
Anthony
This is unbelievable. Even I could get late in here. Hey, sorry. Smells like perfume.
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Anthony looks around the car.
Sal
Don't touch the VCRs.
Anthony
Two of everything cameras do?
Vincent Dilora
Yeah.
Anthony
Where they're in the monitors, the TV screens, one in each tv. They even have an automatic zoom on a timer.
Sal
What's that mean?
Anthony
In and out for close ups. Does it automatically? One goes in, the other goes out? That type of thing for an editor, it's like having four cameras.
Sal
Say, Anthony, you know about all this tech stuff, right?
Anthony
Yeah, sure, Uncle Sal. What do you need?
Sal
Could you take a tape out of one of these VCRs, copy and then put it back so no one could tell it was nothing to it?
Anthony
I have blank tapes and connectors at home. I could do it right in here.
Sal
You mean you can copy one of these tapes right in this car without going to a lab or something?
Anthony
Sure, why not? But I'd have to do that at home.
Sal
Son of a bitch.
Anthony
What's the matter? This is easy.
Sal
Anthony, look at me. Nothing's easy.
Anthony
What's on the tape?
Sal
You shouldn't ask questions.
Anthony
Then you should know that I will see what's on the tape when I record it. Also, you should know that there are two camera setups here. You want a copy of both tapes or just one?
Sal
If we have time, let's get both. But no one can know that you know about these two women having sex with this man on this tape. That's not. Hang on. A lot of extra words there. If we have time, let's get both. But no one can know that you know about the two women and the man having sex on this tape. Kabiche.
Anthony
Really?
Sal
I mean it, Anthony.
Anthony
Sure.
Sal
Wipe that smile off your face. Learn something here, college boy. Dying for the real thing ain't too bright. Dying for a piece of tape is just stupid.
Anthony
I understand, Uncle Sal.
Narrator
Sal gives him a hard look.
Anthony
For my education. Why would anyone have sex in a limo with cameras? Some kind of kinky thing or what?
Sal
No. Well, yeah. Maybe it was just a lot safer. Celebrities, high profile people can't be seen going in and out of their apartments or hotels with porno queens. This way there's no photographers around, no spies, no nothing. Sometimes they play an X rated film with the girls. They're with a turn on. Plus they have a bodyguard. Me, capiche?
Anthony
Capiche.
Sal
Now get going.
Narrator
Anthony exits the limo, slamming the door. Interior, Kitchen. Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Late morning. Sal walks into his typical Brooklyn Italian kitchen and goes to the sink to wash up his mother. Carmela calls out.
Carmela
Sal, that you?
Sal
Yeah Ma, it's me.
Carmela
You home?
Sal
Yeah, I'm home.
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Carmela, a feisty 80 year old, is the typical Italian mother who lives for only two things, family and cooking.
Carmela
You must be hungry.
Sal
I'm too tired to eat, Ma.
Carmela
You gotta have something.
Sal
I had a bowl of oatmeal.
Carmela
Oatmeal? That's for kids. How about some nice peppers and eggs?
Sal
Nah, nothing.
Carmela
You like peppers and eggs?
Sal
I'm gonna call and hit the sack.
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Sal finishes washing and goes to the wall phone. Carmela starts making peppers and eggs.
Lada
Two minutes.
Sal
I may have to go back to Manhattan.
Carmela
You gotta be here for dinner. Your sister is coming all the way over.
Sal
All the way from across the street.
Carmela
Don't be fresh.
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Sal's on the phone. He gets the answering machine of La Salle limo service. We hear a beep.
Sal
Hello? Charlie, it's about 9:20. I just got in, I'm at home. How about I bring the limo back after I get some sleep? I'm dead. Give me coffee and eat it right away.
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Sal hangs up and sees his mother putting a plate on the table and the peppers and eggs cooking in a fry pan. Coffee and orange juice on the table.
Carmela
Sit, Manja.
Sal
What's this?
Carmela
You wanted peppers and eggs.
Sal
You're a piss of mom.
Carmela
Sit, relax. Drink the juice.
Sal
I'll drink the juice.
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Carmela puts the eggs in a dish and brings the fry pan to the sink while looking out the window.
Carmela
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What's that in the driveway? A bus.
Sal
That's a triple limo.
Carmela
You drive that in the street?
Sal
That doesn't fly. Vince spent over 100 grand on it.
Carmela
What the hell people do with something like that? They don't know what to spend their money on. I'm telling you, the end of the world.
Sal
Vince is in town.
Carmela
My boyfriend's here. Well, tell him to come over to
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eat with us or the phone rings.
Carmela
You eat.
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She grabs the phone.
Carmela
Hello? Who's this? Vince?
Hera
Yeah.
Carmela
If you're my boyfriend, you come and eat today.
Bleacher Report Spokesperson
Come.
Carmela
I got fuzzilli and chicken cutlet. I got melon with lean prosciutto from Patsy's. Nice prosciutto?
Lada
Yeah.
Carmela
Oh, you Fresh guy just come over. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's right here.
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She passes the phone.
Carmela
It's Vince.
Sal
Vince. Now, you're dead meat if you don't come see her. Look, if you want, I'll bring back the limo and then I'll drive you out here for the best meal you ever had. You sure? Okay. You sure you don't want me to clean up the limo? Okay. Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I see you around three. Good, Ma?
Carmela
Yeah, yeah, three is good, she says.
Sal
Yeah, I'll see you then.
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Sal hangs up the phone. He thinks for a moment.
Carmela
What's the matter?
Sal
Huh? Oh, nothing.
Carmela
You gotta go back to the city now.
Sal
No, Uncle Charlie will drive him out. When did Charlie ever pass on a meal?
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Sal starts eating while Carmela looks out the window. Exterior, Sal's home, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, late morning. We see Anthony getting into the back of the long white limo. He carries cables and two blank tapes. Interior, kitchen. Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, late morning.
Carmela
Looks like that crazy Anthony getting in the bus. I'm going to break his feet.
Sal
That's okay, Ma. I gave the kid a couple of bucks to clean up. But don't say a word to Vince. He don't want anyone in that car but me. It's like it's a baby.
Carmela
Me, I don't say nothing.
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Sal eats his peppers and eggs as Rosemary Clooney sings her Italian song. Mambo Italiano. Sal's dining room, Brooklyn. Late afternoon montage of a typical Brooklyn Italian dinner. Everyone is there. Vince, Uncle Charlie, Anthony, Sal's sister, Donna, Sal's niece and Carmela. Wine flows, pasta flows. Everyone drinks, everyone eats too much. Vince takes a bite of brisiol, throws a kiss to heaven, then kisses Carmela. Carmela loves it. Charlie eats like he's going to the chair. A great time is had by all. Interior, doorway of Sal's house. Twilight. Vince puts on his sports coat. Through the open doorway, we see the white limo in front of the house. Rosemary Clooney song ends in the background of the following dialogue. Uncle Charlie gets out of the driver's side of the limo, goes in the back and eventually comes out with the videotapes.
Vincent Dilora
I must have gained 20 pounds.
Sal
Charlie must have gained 100.
Vincent Dilora
Sal, I got a special job for you. You gotta wait for a couple of weeks.
Sal
Couple of weeks?
Vincent Dilora
You drive the girls from last night to la.
Sal
Well, that won't take two weeks.
Vincent Dilora
I want you to take two weeks until the union negotiations are over. You get paid around the clock, 24 7, all expenses paid. Your own credit card for hotels Gas, everything. First class. It's easy.
Sal
Nothing's easy. Why do you want these girls on ice?
Vincent Dilora
That's none of your business.
Sal
If I'm driving, it's my business.
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They stare at each other, and for the first time, we realize what hard men they really are. Finally, Vince smiles.
Vincent Dilora
I need to know where those girls are the next two weeks. I just want to cover my ass in case anything goes wrong with the union negotiations. If nothing goes wrong, they make another movie in la. They make money, I make money. No problems.
Sal
What if things go wrong?
Vincent Dilora
They won't go wrong.
Sal
I don't want any more trouble.
Vincent Dilora
Vince, this family owes you. You don't have to do nothing you don't want to do. I'll send someone. If things go wrong, all you have to do is drive. I'm only asking because it's good money. And the girls ask for you again? Well, yeah. What is that? You got something going with these Poutons or what? Hey, maybe we should bring them home for your mother to meet them.
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Sal makes the sign of the cross.
Sal
God forbid.
Vincent Dilora
She's still trying to set me up with your sister. You know that, right?
Sal
Donna's been widowed long enough.
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Charlie approaches with the tapes.
Uncle Charlie
Everything is okay.
Vincent Dilora
Of course everything is okay. So what do you say, soldier?
Sal
We going anywhere near Chicago?
Uncle Charlie
Already on the tour.
Vincent Dilora
Why?
Sal
Someone I haven't seen in a long time.
Vincent Dilora
You want to break your heart again, you be my guest. Just as long as you keep an eye on the girls. Now, you want the job or what?
Sal
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Vincent Dilora
Charlie.
Uncle Charlie
All the credit cards you need, Sal, are in the glove compartment of the Town Car in your driveway. There's a list of cities to hit on the way. What do you call your itinerary? Here's the keys. The girls will be ready by noon tomorrow. They'll both be at Larda's place. You know where?
Sal
I know where everything is.
Vincent Dilora
Good.
Uncle Charlie
It's good.
Vincent Dilora
Have a safe trip. Now let's get out of here before Carmela brings out more food. It was great.
Uncle Charlie
The best this Irishman ever ate.
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Vince and Charlie walked to the white limo.
Vincent Dilora
I never saw anyone eat like you.
Director
It was good.
Vincent Dilora
Yeah, it was. But take a breath once in a while.
Uncle Charlie
What are you talking.
Vincent Dilora
Eating like that could kill you.
Uncle Charlie
I'll die for that food.
Vincent Dilora
You would?
Uncle Charlie
Oh, yeah. I don't want to go nowhere. And I left food like that behind.
Vincent Dilora
Maron.
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Sal's front door shuts, screen to black as Ruth Edding sings Ten Cents a Dance. Interior, Sal's bedroom. Bensonhurst, Brooklyn NIGHT Sal, in T shirt and shorts, a towel around his neck, enters his modest bedroom. A couple of tapes lie on his small desk. He sits at the desk looking at the tapes. Flash Lada and Hera having sex in the back of the limo with the john. Sal puts duct tape across the tapes. Then he goes to his dresser drawer, reaches under and sticks the tapes to the bottom of the dresser. His knees pop as he has a hard time standing. Exterior Kew Gardens, Queens. Brownstone. Early morning. Hera's outside Lotte's apartment with a couple of suitcases. She's dressed in tight pants, black shoes with 4 inch heels and a tank top. Sal pulls up in a black Lincoln Town Car. Ruth Edding's song ends as Sal gets out and starts putting Hera's bags in the trunk.
Sal
Where's Lada?
Hera
Lotta's not coming soon.
Sal
Vince know about this?
Hera
Sure. I'll sit up front.
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Interior Front seat of Lincoln Town Car. Early morning. Sal gets behind the wheel. He reaches for the car phone.
Hera
Who you calling?
Sal
Uncle Charlie. I'm calling in to.
Hera
I told you Vince knows about Lotta.
Sal
I don't care if he knows or not. I have to call in.
Hera
Please, Sal, don't call in today.
Sal
If I don't, they'll just call me.
Hera
Then don't tell them Lotta's not here.
Sal
That I can't do.
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He starts dialing.
Hera
She'll call me and I'll have her fly to wherever you want.
Sal
Well, you have to do that anyway.
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Hera puts her hand on Sal's inner thigh.
Hera
Sal, you help her and we'll both make it worth it.
Sal
Kid, get your hand off me or I'll slice it off. I don't play the patsy for anyone.
Narrator
Speakerphone picks up at the other end.
Uncle Charlie
Yeah.
Narrator
Interior, La Salle Limo Service Office Continuous. Uncle Charlie stands at his desk. Leo sits on the couch, the junkyard dog on the floor beside him.
Sal
Hope I didn't break anything up between you and lover boy.
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The dog barks.
Uncle Charlie
You got the girls?
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Interior, Front seat of Lincoln Town Car. Continuous.
Sal
I got Hara Lot as a no show.
Uncle Charlie
What do you mean, a no show? The is this you? Tell her.
Sal
Tell her yourself. You're on the speakerphone.
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Hera gives Sal a mean look, then switches gears to talk to Uncle Charlie.
Hera
Hello, Charlie. How's my cutie doing?
Uncle Charlie
What's going on?
Hera
Lotta got a message on her machine. They want her for a photo layout in Club magazine. It was good money, so she figured she can meet up with us in Pittsburgh in a couple of days.
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Interior, lasalle Limo service office continuous.
Uncle Charlie
Ira, you tell her to call me.
Hera
I will.
Uncle Charlie
If she's not there in two days, she's not.
Director
She.
Uncle Charlie
Fuck me. If she's not there in two. If she's not there in two days, she's gonna not be anywhere in two days. Leah will see to that. You understand me? You understand me?
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Interior Front seat of Lincoln Town Car continuous.
Hera
Sure, Charlie, I understand. Don't worry about anything.
Sal
So do I go or do I stay?
Uncle Charlie
You go. You call me in two days, lotta better be there.
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Charlie hangs up. We hear a dial tone as Hera glares at Sal. Sal hangs up. Hera exits the front seat and gets in the back of the Town Car, slamming the door.
Sal
This is going to be a fun trip.
Narrator
We see the Town car pull away as we hear Bessie Smith sing. I'm going to love that man. Interior, Lotta's bedroom Early afternoon. Lotta stands at the radio in front of the window overlooking the street. She watches the Town car pull away. Exterior Verrazano Bridge to Staten Island Day montage of images Verrazano Bridge onto Staten Island Express to Gothelsbridge, New Jersey Turnpike A series of exit signs along New Jersey Turnpike I95 sign 100 miles to Philly sign Vince Lombardi service Station Exterior, Vince Lombardi service station Late morning Sal Post. He pulls the Town car into the service station. He parks and opens the window and stops the tape of Bessie Smith.
Sal
I have to go.
Hera
Thanks for sharing that.
Sal
You have to go. Go.
Hera
Maybe I'll take off no skin off
Sal
my nose if you do. You want coffee?
Hera
Black with equal. May I get out and smoke?
Sal
I don't care if you burn. I'm not your father. Thank God.
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Exterior Vince Lombardi service station Later, Sal comes out of the diner with two cups of coffee. Two biker types are harassing Hera at the limo. Sal throws a look to the heavens, then proceeds to the limo.
Vincent Dilora
I saw you fuck two guys at once and leave them wasted in that. What was that? I gave it the office.
Anthony
How about taking us on?
Hera
Sorry boys, no dicks under 4 inches. It's a union rule.
Anthony
I got more than you can handle.
Hera
Why don't you boys go back to your wives, count your blessings.
Vincent Dilora
Shit, I ain't married.
Hera
I can believe that.
Anthony
Pretty uppity for a slut.
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Hera flicks her cigarette at him as Sal steps in.
Sal
Any trouble here?
Vincent Dilora
Nothing she can't handle.
Sal
Hey fellas, why don't we leave the lady alone?
Vincent Dilora
Lady?
Anthony
Who the hell are you?
Sal
I'm a driver. Now why don't you two get lost before someone gets hurt.
Anthony
Hey, old man, I think you better go back and have another cup of coffee.
Vincent Dilora
Yeah, we'll call you when we're through.
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The first biker goes to push Sal, who throws the hot coffee in his face, then shoves his arm away. And from nowhere, a razor comes out of his sleeve. Sal spins behind the biker and holds the razor to his neck.
Sal
Stick your arm straight out. Get him out. Howard, get in the car.
Vincent Dilora
Take it easy, mister.
Narrator
Biker number two blocks the car door.
Anthony
You can't take both of us.
Sal
If you don't move from that car, there'll only be one of you to.
Narrator
Blood trickles down biker number one's neck.
Vincent Dilora
Do as he says, man.
Narrator
Biker number two steps away.
Sal
Hara, get behind the wheel and start the car. The keys are in my pocket.
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Hara takes the keys from Sal's jacket pocket. She gets in the passenger side and slides behind the wheel. Sal backs up to the passenger side. He sits down and grabs the biker's pant belt from behind. The other biker moves towards the car. Sal quickly puts the razor between biker number one's leg.
Sal
He moves and you sing the high notes. Now bend over, Ben.
Vincent Dilora
Let's do as he says.
Narrator
Interior, front seat of Lincoln Town Car continuous.
Vincent Dilora
Hit it.
Sal
Hit it hard.
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Exterior, Vince Lombardi service station continuous. The two bikers rush out to the car but can only punch at Sal's window as Hera peels out of the parking lot. Interior, front seat of the Lincoln Town Car continuous. Hera is high on the emotion of the fight. Sal looks at the side view mirror to see if they're being followed.
Hera
That was great.
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Woo hoo.
Hera
You made those bastards squirm. You should have cut it off that guy.
Sal
Pull over. Let me behind the wheel.
Hera
I'll drive for a while.
Sal
I said pull over. They may follow us.
Hera
Those punks.
Sal
I said pull over.
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She pulls over but doesn't get out. Exterior, NJ Turnpike I95, late morning. Sal gets out and runs around to the other side and looks back down the highway.
Hera
You're an old stud when you have to be, aren't you?
Sal
Get the hell on the other side.
Hera
Sure.
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Interior, front seat of Lincoln Town Car a little later.
Hera
Why are you so hot? You did great.
Sal
Just shut up.
Hera
Why the hell are you yelling at
Sal
me for letting this happen?
Hera
I was having a smoke.
Sal
Having a smoke and dressed like a fucking slut.
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Hera reacts angrily.
Hera
You son of a bitch.
Sal
Well, what did you expect? Pull over.
Hera
I said pull over before I scratch your fucking eyes out.
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Hera grabs the wheel and the car swerves.
Sal
Jesus Christ.
Carmela
Pull over.
Mira Potassan
Pull over now.
Sal
Okay, okay.
Narrator
Exterior New Jersey Turnpike I95, early afternoon. Sal pulls the Town Car over Harrah exits and furiously walks down the highway, mumbling to herself. The high heels make it comically hard as traffic zooms by. Sal exits Town Car.
Sal
What the. Where you going? Get back here now. Hey, go fuck yourself. I hope they come after us and this time. You could handle it yourself.
Katie Duke
I hope they come back and cut
Hera
off that wrinkled old raisin of yours.
Lada
Not that you need it.
Sal
You know what? Remind me next time not to save your sweet ass.
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Herod turns and walks back to Sal.
Hera
That'll be the day. I need a band to save me. This sweet ass has taken care of itself long enough not to take any shit from you or anyone else.
Sal
Yeah, I suppose you could have handled back there without me.
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Hera gets in Sal's face.
Hera
You cheap has been. You're a limo driver. I sit in the back. You drive me. You don't judge me. Nobody tells me how to dress. Nobody tells me what to look like. Nobody tells me what to do. No one. No one ever has. No one ever, ever will.
Sal
Well, maybe it's time. Maybe if someone had, you wouldn't be
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a. Sal stops himself from saying. Harris stares at him, too hurt to cry. She's heard it before, but now it's different. A moment before, Hera smacks Sal across the face.
Hera
You son of a.
Sal
I'm sorry.
Director
I.
Hera
You.
Sal
I didn't know.
Narrator
Hera smacks him again. They stare at each other for an intense moment.
Sal
Please get back in the car.
Narrator
Hera gets in the back of the Town Car. Sal goes to the driver's side and looks back down the highway. They're not coming. Sal gets behind the wheel and the Town Car pulls away. End of act one.
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Podcast: Table Read (Manifest Media)
Date: March 24, 2026
Writers: Dan Lauria & Frank Megna
Performed by: Top Hollywood talent
Episode Summary by [your name]
“My Lady’s Song” delivers immersive, cinematic audio drama set against the gritty underbelly of late-1970s New York City. The first act introduces Sal Marino, a tough former mob soldier-turned-limo driver. Through richly drawn dialogue, layered sound design, and a cast of memorable characters, listeners are drawn into a world of organized crime, porn industry politics, and complicated loyalty. The act teems with tension, nostalgic reflection, dark humor, and the ever-present threat of violence simmering beneath the surface.
The dialogue is gritty, witty, and colloquial, dripping with nostalgia and regret but always anchored in the tough, transactional language of streetwise New Yorkers. The sound design and music (Peggy Lee, Billy Holiday, Etta James, Dinah Washington, Rosemary Clooney) augment the atmosphere of danger, longing, and loss.
Act 1 closes with Sal and Hera on the open road, their partnership—tense and unresolved—poised for further danger. The mystery around the tape lingers, and the threat of mob violence is ever-present. With its rich emotional palette, sharp dialogue, and authentic sense of time and place, “My Lady’s Song” draws the listener deep into its noir world.
For listeners:
This act sets up a potent mix of character-driven drama and criminal intrigue, introducing major players and the moral complexity of their choices. The episode is as much about family and faded dreams as it is about crime and survival.