Scene 6

Scene 6: Night, At the Black Horse bar Lucci is waiting for Freddie and Mickey drinking scotch.

(Mickey, Freddie and Vinni are showing up)

Lucci:

About fucking time...eh what the fuck is Vinni doing here?

Mickey:

Long story!

Lucci:

Jesus Christ are you fucking stupid? I thought I told you not to bring a word of this to anyone!

Mickey:

Relax I told him nothing.

Vinni:

Yeah besides I'm with you man, you can trust me completely. Eh take a look at this(gets out of his coat a couple of gold womens hand-watches). You got a goomar?

Lucci:

Hm, yes this could actually come in handy, give me that one (Vinni hands him the watch). I met this gorgeous cheek yesterday but I had to ditch her in the morning because fucking Freddie over here called me to tell about that fucking shit with Vito.

Freddie:

Eh what the fuck was I supposed to do?

Lucci:

Shut the fuck up man, anyway I called her in the afternoon but she was really bitchy this could actually calm her down, eh Vinni you got a case for this fucking think?

Vinni:

Yeah just one, it's over here (gives him the case).

Lucci:

Anyway, up to the point, and you kid you better not bring a fucking word...

(The waitress comes to the table)

Waitress:

Can I take your orders?

Lucci:

Jesus Christ, can't you see we're fucking talking here?

Waitress:

Eh I got to take orders man.

Freddie:

Yeah Lucci don't yell at her, she's just doing her think, bring me a scotch and soda sweety.

Vinni:

Me too.

Mickey:

I'll just take a slice o' you.

Waitress:

In your dreams pervo!

(she leaves)

Lucci:

So with out further interruptions lets get down to it. Any of you heard of a scumbag who goes by the street name Johnny V?

(They all reply negatively)

Lucci:

Anyway, I've heard from Philly Crocco that this guy is selling meth to a high-school we're talking serious cash.

Vinni:

To a high-school? That piece of shit!

Lucci:

HEY how many fucking times do I have to say STOP fucking interrupting me, I will fuck you up, you got it?

Mickey:

Hey, hey relax, we're not alone here.

Lucci:

Yeah, anyway As I was saying he's selling a lot of fucking staff to this school, major fucking money, guess who's the supplier.

Mickey:

Vito?

Lucci:

That's fucking right. And here's the best part, Freddo doesn't know shit about all this.

Freddie:

Holy Shit!

Mickey:

Are you fucking sure?

Lucci:

A hundred fucking percent. This fat fucking stronzo clears at least five fucking large a week and Freddo doesn't get a nickel of that money!

Mickey:

So what do you suggest, tell Freddo?

Lucci:

No, no I've got something far better...

(The waitress comes back with the orders)

Waitress:

I've got your orders.

Lucci:

Jesus!

Mickey:

Eh, what about my order?

Waitress:

Screw you paps!

(The waitress leaves and Mickey laughs)

Freddie:

So what are we gonna do?

Lucci:

So...we'll take Johnny V out.

Mickey:

wow.

Lucci:

So the fat fuck looses a good earner and he can't tell shit to Freddo.

Freddie:

That's fucking evil, I like it!

Vinni:

I'll do it, I won't let you down.

Lucci:

No, no we can't afford any mistakes here this is too serious, Freddie will do it.

Vinni:

You're saying I'm no good?

Lucci:

Yeah I am, what of it?

Freddie:

When do you have in mind?

Lucci:

The sooner possible, first of all learn what you can about him, where he hangs who he fucks anything, then you tell me and then I tell you.

Freddie:

Sure!

Mickey:

Hey fellas whatever we do, we need to really think this through. This isn't the Golden Age anymore, you've got the feds running around ready to bust us.

Lucci:

I thought about that, Freddie tomorrow you'll go to Hamburger Paulie's canteen, have you heard about him?

Freddie:

A little, the guy with the guns right?

Lucci:

Yeah, he's got a place selling hamburgers, hot dogs and whatever, when you get there you'll tell him “I want a slice of your delicious meat-pie” write it down... then he'll take you to the back room to choose an iron, they're all completely untraceable, after the think you'll need to throw it away though they're for one use.

Freddie:

Does he actually make meat-pies?

Lucci:

I don't know but he makes a lot of good staff, he's actually making good money from the canteen alone, he has his daughters running the place, he takes orders too!

Freddie:

Get the fuck out of here!

Lucci:

That's right. Anyway Philly Crocco will come by your house tomorrow morning, he'll take you to the school and you'll start checking this guy out, capiche?

Freddie:

Oh man I hate that guy. He's a fucking clown.

Lucci:

Perhaps, but he does what I say, and that's all I need in this case.

(The scene closes as wee see the complete inside of the bar)