INSTALLMENT #8

Installment #8 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net or
in my ebook TO GEN X, BABY BOOMERS AND MILLENNIALS, WITH LOVE
available at Amazon’s Kindle store.

Saturday January 2, 2016

I never thought it would happen to me. When the police arrived and took photographs of the bloody scene,
BOTH Jeanie and I were cuffed and hauled off to jail because it was a typical “he said, she said” situation.
I asked the arresting officer if it was a private matter between a husband and wife, and he replied, “Not
when you cll 9-1-1 and there’s the place and the partcipants.”

I tell the story in my screenplay, True Love Never Dies that I converted into an ebook available at Kindle’s store.
Tony Civale is my alto ego.
INT. 8 ft x 10 ft “HOLDING CELL” IN JAIL – NIGHT
Inside: Concrete block walls; cement floor, wooden bench against a wall, stainless steel commode in a corner, no windows.
Tony’s totally alone. Complete silence prevails. We see an hour elapse on a clock as he sits on the bench, with his head
between his hands, pacing the floor and doing pushups.
TONY
(mutters)
You could have a heart attack in this damn place
and no one would notice.
He continues to do push-ups and sit-ups; counts paces; a clock shows that two more hours elapse. He bangs on bars with
his shoe. Officer approaches.
OFFICER
Cut that out! What do you want?
TONY
I’d like some water, please.
OFFICER
There’s a faucet attached to the top of the commode.
TONY
I tried it. It doesn’t work.
Officer unlocks cell door and enters. He checks the faucet; it doesn’t work. He leaves and returns, handing Tony a small
Dixie cup of water through the bars.
TONY
Thanks. How much longer will I have to be in here?
OFFICER
Till the paperwork’s done.
TONY

How about food?

OFFICER
We don’t serve food here. You’ll get it
at the detention center.
Officer walks off.
INT. SQUAD CAR – NIGHT
The same officer who cuffed him when he was arrested is taking Tony to the county detention center some 20 miles
away. They enter center. A guard with clipboard:
GUARD TO TONY
(Gruffly)

Sir, stand over there in that white box on the floor
with your back against the wall.
The guard, picks up a plastic tray and approaches Tony.
GUARD
Empty your pockets and put your stuff in this tray.
Tony complies; guard pats Tony down.
INT. JAIL – HOLDING CELL – NIGHT
Tony, still wearing his “civilian” clothes, is back inside a holding cell with three grubby-looking characters,
one asleep on a wooden bench, one pacing and the other sitting on the commode in a corner. He looks at Tony and
shakes his head.
INMATE
On a commode
Pops. What the hell are you doing in here?
TONY
I hit on a hooker who turned out to be a cop.
INMATE
You’re pulling my leg.
TONY
Dude, that’s the last thing I’d do with
you sitting on that damn potty.
Laughter. A guard unlocks the steel door. Enters holding a batch of brown bags, which he tosses to the inmates
one at a time. Tony opens his bag and spreads contents on the bench:
A sandwich, an apple and a small carton of fruit juice.
TONY
(open sandwich in hand)

Anyone want to trade baloney for cheese?

Guy next to Tony picks up his cheese with his grubby fingers, hands it to Tony, and takes the baloney off Tony’s
sandwich. Tony stares at the cheese atop his sandwich, shrugs, and starts eating it.
INT. DETENTION CENTER – DAY
Tony, in an over-sized orange jump suit, is taken to another holding cell. He stands in doorway facing a variety
of 30 tough-looking inmates.
INMATE
Hey old man, don’t just stand there.
C’mon in and join the party.
Tony, with a serious look, scans their faces like a teacher would scan a class for a spitball thrower.
TONY
Okay guys, since I’m the oldest one in here,
I’m in charge!
Loud guffaws. Tony sits on bench between two burly guys, one Black, the other a Latino. On an opposite bench is a
James Cagney-type inmate – short and feisty-looking.
INMATE
What are you in for old man.
TONY
Aggravated assault and battery.
INMATE
Who with?
TONY
My old lady.
INMATE
You beat up an old lady?
TONY
She’s only 52.
Inmate gesturing with a raised fist:
INMATE
Cool man. Did you bang her?
Tony stares distastefully at him for a moment.
TONY
You know what I like about you, kid?
You’re the only one in here I’m taller than.
Laughter. Other inmates look at each other, nodding in admiration of the old man’s spunk.
INT. COURTROOM – DAY
Tony enters courtroom wearing his oversized jump suit. He’s 5th in line, handcuffed wrist-to-wrist to a much
taller, burly inmate. Judge behind bench riffling through a batch
of rap sheets. [Series of shots of Court Clerk calling names; inmates approaching the bench and being talked
to by judge].
It’s Tony’s turn. Judge looks at his profile sheet, then scans Tony top to bottom; shakes his head.
JUDGE
Mr. Civale, you are charged with aggravated assault and battery. Since this is your first offense, and at your
age, I am going to give you a choice. Either go to trial, or plead no contest, which means you will be on probation
and be required to attend anger-management classes.
TONY
Your honor, I’d rather not have to endure a trial
and the expense. I’ll go with probation and anger
management classes.
JUDGE
Good, my docket is already overloaded. Your probation
is for a year, but if you behave yourself, it will be shortened
to 6 months. You will also be required to attend the anger-management classes for 6 weeks. Any questions?
TONY
Yes, Sir. Am I free to go home?
JUDGE
You will spend the night in jail while the paperwork
is being processed. After being processed, you
will be released on your own recognizance.
TONY
Thank you, your honor.

To be continued with my attending an ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASS.