An old man, Giovanni, sits down at the desk in his caretaker's
room, picking up the phone. He greets Joe in Italian.
JOE. Giovanni, it's Joe Bradley. Now, listen carefully: I want
you to hurry up to my place and see if there's somebody
there...asleep.
GIOVANNI [amused] A-ha! Say, Mr. Joe: I look; [some Italian] you
wait. [Some Italian]. [He walks to the door as Joe looks back and
forth, impatiently. A few moments later Giovanni walks back to
his desk, smiling. He sits down] Mr. Joe?
JOE [almost shouting] Yeah! [Repeating, quietly] Er, yeah, yeah,
yeah, tell me, tell me!
GIOVANNI. Bellisimo.
JOE [he looks up, very relieved] Giovanni: I love you. Now,
listen...
GIOVANNI. Yes, Mr. Joe. A gun? No!
JOE. Yes, a gun, a knife-anything! But nobody goes in and nobody
goes out! Capito?
GIOVANNI. Ok. [He hangs up, getting up to obey Joe's
instructions]. Joe Bradley, stealing another look at the paper,
puts it in his pocket and walks back into the newsroom on his way
to Mr. Hennessy's office. The secretary looks up, puzzled, and
Joe gestures to her, reassuringly. He strides back into Mr.
Hennessy's office.
