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    Che Che
    Che Che
    Che Che
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    Che Che

    By Frank Catalano

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    A New York City mafia hit man gets a second chance on life on, when his assassins mistakenly believe he is dead.He is rescued on the island of Sicily by an Islamic Bedouin and his life takes a new course of redemption. His life of purity is challenged when he meets Mara a pop singer haunted by drugs and alcohol who is on the edge of self destruction. However the only way he can save her and himself is to once again, go back to his old way of life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLexington Avenue Press
    Release dateAug 7, 2013
    ISBN9781625172716
    Che Che

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      Book preview

      Che Che - Frank Catalano

      1

      FADE IN:

      SUPERIMPOSE: THE ISLAND OF SICILY – THE PRESENT

      EXT. SICILIAN COUNTRYSIDE – MEDITERRANEAN SEA – MORNING

      The darkest part of the morning on western coast of Sicily as departing night, wanting to stay a little longer, chills the morning air and paints a thin orange line along on its eastern edge.

      CHE CHE (thirties) a paradox of a man caught somewhere between heaven and earth, dusty, disheveled and darkened by the Sicilian sun sits upon a mountaintop overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.

      A soft warm wind buffets the place. In the distance the glass-like sea is broken by the white phosphorus trails of the tuna boats heading out for the day.

      CHE CHE (V.O.)

      I have come to this island as my ancestors did before me… as an invader looking to take what was not mine. Now I call this mountain my home. Here, I live somewhere between good and evil. Sweetened by sorrow – moving from the darkness to the light and sometimes back again.

      SUPERIMPOSE: BROOKLYN, NEW YORK – TEN YEARS EARLIER

      EXT. BROOKLYN BRIDGE – MANHATTAN STREET – EARLY MORNING

      The skyline glows illuminates the black sky and makes a reflection in the river.

      Aerial view of a black Lincoln crossing then turning off the Brooklyn Bridge onto a dark pier lined Manhattan Street and rolling to a stop.

      ANGLE ON ALLEY WAY

      A second car a Cadillac is parked in the darkness flashes it lights twice.

      EXT. MANHATTAN STREET – EVE

      The Lincoln returns with two flashes. Then, in the shadows, two solitary figures get out and approach the midway point between the cars.

      They meet in the middle, and exchange briefcases. This exchange is cut short by a voice out of the darkness.

      CHE CHE (OFF)

      Hey shitheads… you’re having a party and I’m not invited?

      The two whip out their pieces.

      CHE CHE (OFF)

      Take it easy… I ‘m just makin a joke.

      HOOD #1

      Very funny…. who the fuck are you?

      CHE CHE

      Che Che…

      HOOD #1

      Che Che… do I know you?

      CHE CHE

      I don’t think so.

      HOOD #1

      Why don’t you come out in the light where I can see you?

      CHE CHE

      So you can shoot me? What do I look like a fucking idiot?

      HOOD #1

      Nah, Come closer… I just want to see you.

      CHE CHE, twenties, up and comer with natural looks and brains to be a major player in the Giovanni crime family steps into the light.

      CHE CHE

      Like this?

      Che Che walks right up to him. Face to face.

      HOOD #2

      Yeah, just like that. Now, I can see you better… you fuckin prick!

      As HOOD #2 raises his gun to fire, Che Che snaps it out of his hand and shoots him with it. HOOD #2 falls to the ground. Very dead.

      HOOD #1

      One of those Kung Fu motherfuckers! Take this you prick!

      Before he can make a move, Che Che drop kicks HOOD #1 in the groin and he falls to the ground in pain.

      Tires screech as the Lincoln careens toward Che Che. In an instant, Che Che shoots out the Lincoln windshield. It swerves uncontrollably past him and crashes into the river.

      Now the Cadillac does the same, Che Che, drops the pistol and whips out two Berettas of his own and fires at the driver’s side. When he does, the car’s horn sounds and the car limps to a stop.

      ANGLE ON CADILLAC

      Che Che approaches the Caddy, smashes the driver’s side window and pulls the bloody body of the driver off of the horn. Silence as he stands over HOOD #3.

      CHE CHE

      Gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.

      Thug #1 sees the pistol on the pavement and goes for it.

      CHE CHE

      Please, don’t do that…

      HOOD #3

      Who the fuck are you?

      CHE CHE

      My name is Che Che.

      HOOD #3 laughs just a little when he hears this.

      HOOD #3

      Well… fuck you… Che Che.

      HOOD #3 reaches for the pistol again and Che Che shoots him.

      ANGLE ON CHE CHE

      Walks past the bloody bodies and picks up one of the riddled briefcases. It is filled with cash. What used to be the second briefcase has been blown to pieces and is now a splintered mass of white powder, blood and sand spread all over the floor.

      He tries to pick it up and it falls to pieces.

      CHE CHE

      Terrific… just fucking terrific.

      EXT. OUTDOORS CAFE – MANHATTAN – EVE

      An outdoor cafe in the neighborhood

      FRANKIE THEHAMMER, thirties, quick tempered and dangerous. The son of the Don Giovanni, open collar and black suit, sits with his back to the wall sipping an espresso.

      Che Che enters and places the brief case on the chair next to him. Frankie opens it a crack and sees it’s full of money. The groans.

      CHE CHE

      Frankie… you wanna count it?

      FRANKIE

      Nah… Finite?

      CHE CHE

      Si, tutu finite…

      FRANKIE

      Only one bag? Ain’t you missing something?

      CHE CHE

      Didn’t make it… white powder… wound up all over the floor.

      FRANKIE

      Cheech, you holding out on me?

      Che Che takes offense.

      CHE CHE

      Come on… let’s go down there right now…

      See for yourself.

      Frankie takes a long look at him. There is nothing but silence. Then.

      FRANKIE

      Come on Cheech… sit down. It was a fucking joke…

      Have a cup of coffee.

      CHE CHE

      Nah, I’m trying to cut down… too much coffee is no good for you.

      FRANKIE

      What? You want to live forever?

      Frankie laughs. Che Che doesn’t. Then, Frankie pulls out a wad of cash from his jacket and slides it across the table. Che Che doesn’t take it.

      FRANKIE

      We got a problem?

      CHE CHE

      No problem… just no more bag jobs for me. Okay?

      FRANKIE

      You want out?

      Che Che takes the money and puts into his jacket pocket.

      CHE CHE

      I didn’t say that.

      FRANKIE

      Then cousin… what you gonna do? You don’t Work for the post office. There’s no retirement plan… once your in, there’s no out.

      A waiter places a fresh cup of espresso in front of him. Che Che reluctantly takes a sip and thinks about what Frankie has said.

      SLOW FADE TO:

      SUPERIMPOSE: THE PRESENT – THE ISLAND OF SICILY

      The morning lights of Erice, a small village, flicker on the top of a solitary mountain overlooking the city of Trapani and the sea. Between them a golden valley populated with goats, vineyards, olive groves and caves of marble.

      This is an enchanted place framed by the ruins of ancient temples of the Phoenician God Astarte, the Greek Aphrodite and the Roman Goddess Venus. An out of place a Medieval Castle rests on the mountaintop surrounded by scattered stone paths leading to patches of earth folded in dust.

      EXT. CHE CHE’S COTTAGE – DAY

      A small stone cottage nestled into the hillside.

      INT. CHE CHE’S COTTAGE – DAY

      Che Che springs up in bed hearing a faint trace of what sounds like singing then it vanishes. Then again, it softly echoes through the morning mist.

      ANGLE ON CHE CHE

      He gets up and follows the sound. It leads him a short way to a small villa nestled in the hillside below.

      EXT. VILLA – MORNING

      Bougainvillea gently winds up a stone wall leading to open balcony doors.

      Sitting on the edge of the balcony, a ghostly figure of a woman wrapped in a white bed sheet plays a

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