EXT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
A black car drives into a warehouse parking lot. A garage door opens. Andy Shacks and Fat Frank are standing inside. The car drives into the warehouse, Andy looks around and then closes the door.
INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Joe “The Animal” Barboza opens the trunk. He, Andy, Fat Frank, Ronnie Coppolino, Eddy Latio and George Bashaw LAUGH at the sight of the bound and gagged Frankie inside the trunk. He’s only wearing white underwear and is attempting to plead for his life despite the gag in his mouth.
Look at this pathetic junkie motherfucker.
This is what happens when a not-so-wise guy tries to fuck with wise guys.
No more drug dealing and pimping for you under the boss’ nose. A round of fucking drinks? Did you forget who runs Federal Hill? String him up like a side of beef.
Moments later, Frankie is roped up and hanging down from the rafters. Andy and the hit men gaze at the WHINING captive and smile. Andy hands a wooden baseball bat to Joe.
OK, Joe. You’re the genius who came up with this, so you get to bat lead-off in this little game of human piñata baseball.
Joe takes a practice swing and then smashes the bat into Frankie, who CRIES in pain as he swings from the rafters. Joe follows him as he swings, pointing his finger at him and YELLING at his anguished face.
There’s some pain and suffering for you, asshole. Telling a bar full of goodfellas to go fuck themselves? Fucking with our cars? You’re the stupidest son of a bitch I’ve ever met, and believe me, I’ve met my share of morons!
Joe then hands the bat back to Andy.
Nice hit. OK, who bats second?
Well, Fat Frank is way the fuck out of shape, so he’s batting sixth.
Hey, how can I argue with that, you thought it was more.
I’ll bat fifth, but you guys gotta figure out second through cleanup. Who had the most home runs at Mount Pleasant High?
I had a few.
You were a singles hitter.
Fuck that. I had a better average than you.
That’s what I’m saying. A singles hitter. Not a power hitter, you thought it was more.
Andy and Joe LAUGH.
We’re not talking Mickey Mantle here, either one of you.
Thanks for nothing, Eddy. You were the strikeout king. Especially with runners on base.
Guys. Get on with it already. We gotta dump this piece of shit before dawn.
Give me the bat.
Andy hands him the bat. Eddy is pissed off and really WHACKS Frankie, who GROANS.
Groundout. Hey, at least it wasn’t a strikeout.
Ronnie and the others LAUGH. Visibly upset, Eddy threatens to hit Ronnie with the bat, but then stops and smiles. He hands Ronnie the bat.
I’ll show you how it’s done.
Ronnie waggles the bat and really SMASHES Frankie. Then he drops the bat and runs like he just hit a homer. They all LAUGH, except the captive, who is CRYING and bleeding. George picks up the bat off the floor. After he and Andy deliver their blows, Fat Frank steps to the plate, bat in hand.
Don’t miss, big guy, or you’re gonna hear some boos.
They all LAUGH except Fat Frank, who takes a practice swing and seems focused. He succeeds in delivering a solid blow, but then slips, falls on his ass, GRUNTS and CLANGS THE BAT on the floor to hysterical LAUGHTER.
And that’s why we saved the best for last.
They all double over in LAUGHTER as Andy and Joe struggle to help Fat Frank back to his feet.