Post by Vinny "Chin" Gigante on Jun 18, 2016 21:01:16 GMT -6
SCENE ONE: INTERIOR, FRANKIE FOUR FINGERS APARTMENT
LOWER EAST SIDE OF MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY
Benny Eggs, the Genovese Family Underboss, and Frankie Four Fingers, a family Capo, are having a briefing at Frankie's Lower East Side apartment. It appears that Benny has caught wind of a rumor whirling around the EWC about a certain Superstar's "Hit-List" and more importantly, it's direct reference to Vinny Gigante in it.
BENNY EGGS:
Turns out that a lack of subtlety is something we're going to have to get used to in the Chin's new venture.
FRANKIE FOUR FINGERS:
No disrespect Benny, but I don't even know what we're doing fucking around in this business. Questionable judgment if you ask me.
BENNY EGGS:
That sounds like treason to me, so I'll ignore it. I'm talking about this fella, Mark Storm, and some bulletin out there with the Chin's fuckin' name on some sort of hit-list. Someone should tell these civilians that these terms are LA COSA NOSTRA and not for them to throw around with such disregard for the implications.
FOUR FINGERS:
You know you're right about that. When we put someone on a fuckin' hit-list they turn up in the marsh somewhere years later unrecognizable. It's not a term to be used loosely. Perhaps we need to lead this one by example, Eggs.
BENNY EGGS:
You know maybe we ought to pay a few friends of ours a visit and see if we can't get them to straighten this thing out using Reagan's trickle down methodology. Ya think?
FOUR FINGERS:
You mean pay off his boss? Who's the fucker work for? Same guy as Chin?
BENNY EGGS:
Let's not make any hasty moves while we're ignorant about the schmuck. We don't want to fuck things up for Vinny, either. Let's get the No Nose to get a little closer and sniff the fucker out. Let's find out where and what he eats for breakfast. Find out if he's really a threat. Sound like a good starting point to you?
FOUR FINGERS:
For a guy without a nose he sure can sniff out a lot about a bum. Imagine he had your nose, eh Benny? Ha! In all seriousness, yeah, let's get to know the prick, find out if he's for real. At the very least someone should let him know our people don't like winding up on any lists if you know what I'm saying.
BENNY EGGS:
That's the JEWS, you guinea bastard, not the Italians.
FOUR FINGERS:
Hey Mussolini had lists too, you half-a-prick, you.
BENNY EGGS:
I have a meeting with the Chin right after I get out of here, I'll let him know about this little hit-list bullshit. In the meantime, go tell Luca to get his people on surveillance and let's start keeping an eye on this dirtbag.
FOUR FINGERS:
Consider it done. I'll see you later Eggs.
BENNY EGGS:
Give my love to the misses.
Benny walks out of Frankie's apartment and puts on his Fedora before heading down the three flights of stairs to the street. Frankie gets Luca on the phone and gives him the lowdown in Mafia code over the telephone.
THE FOLLOWING IS THE AUDIBLE SIDE OF THE CONVERSATION ONLY:
FOUR FINGERS:
Hey it's me. Listen, there's stormy weather headed over this way. I'm not sure if the Giant's are winning the Super Bowl this year, you know what I mean? Yeah, well, maybe we should get down there and scout 'em out. Get some people on it. Boss ain't ready for thunder and lightning right now he's got a match to prepare for.
Frankie hangs up the phone. The message has been delivered for Luca to organize surveillance on Mark Storm.
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SCENE TWO: EXTERIOR, GREENWICH VILLAGE, NEW YORK CITY.
Benny Eggs is about to conduct a walk and talk with Vinny Gigante, a very common method of communication while being surveilled by the FBI for members of the underworld. Short on time, the message has to be quick and the interaction brief before parting ways. The best places to meet? Busy streets and public places with lots of ambient noise. As always, Vinny is right on time and shuffles about in his patented bathrobe and schoolboy hat. The "Insane Man" act is on full display. Benny moves his hand towards his mouth to hide it from potential lip readers as he whispers to Vinny.
BENNY EGGS:
There's some fucker out there putting your name on some hit-list. Fucker isn't even saying it right. His name is Mark Storm. Apparently he's some big shot in the EWC you're fuckin' with right now.
Vinny doesn't say anything, but nods his head in agreement like he understands.
BENNY EGGS:
I put Luca on it, we're going to keep an eye on the cowboy and find out what he's all about. These wrestling guys are always running their mouths, it's how they promote themselves or whatever. I'll chat with you later boss.
Vinny turns left on Sullivan Street towards the Triangle Social Club. Benny cuts to the right and escapes into a sea of people walking about. As Vinny walks slowly the couple of blocks to his destination, he is stopped short by a cute little kid holding hands with his dad.
KID:
Sir, are you homeless?
DAD:
Timmy! I'm sorry sir, you need a couple bucks or something? Timmy what did I tell you about jumping to conclusions like that? Here, boss- take a twenty. Don't go spending it on booze okay?
VINNY THE CHIN:
Gee, thanks guy. Cute kid. No young man, I'm not homeless. I live right over there, and I gotta get going. Your mom's waiting on me.
Vinny crumbles up the twenty dollar bill and throws it back into the dad's face as he continues his walk toward the social club. Clearly, Vinny has a lot on his mind. A new partnership for a tag-team match that must go off without a hitch, and now, the mention of his name in the ramblings of another superstar.
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Vinny "Chin" Gigante
Head of the Genovese Family
EWC Superstar
1-0
Turns out that a lack of subtlety is something we're going to have to get used to in the Chin's new venture.
FRANKIE FOUR FINGERS:
No disrespect Benny, but I don't even know what we're doing fucking around in this business. Questionable judgment if you ask me.
BENNY EGGS:
That sounds like treason to me, so I'll ignore it. I'm talking about this fella, Mark Storm, and some bulletin out there with the Chin's fuckin' name on some sort of hit-list. Someone should tell these civilians that these terms are LA COSA NOSTRA and not for them to throw around with such disregard for the implications.
FOUR FINGERS:
You know you're right about that. When we put someone on a fuckin' hit-list they turn up in the marsh somewhere years later unrecognizable. It's not a term to be used loosely. Perhaps we need to lead this one by example, Eggs.
BENNY EGGS:
You know maybe we ought to pay a few friends of ours a visit and see if we can't get them to straighten this thing out using Reagan's trickle down methodology. Ya think?
FOUR FINGERS:
You mean pay off his boss? Who's the fucker work for? Same guy as Chin?
BENNY EGGS:
Let's not make any hasty moves while we're ignorant about the schmuck. We don't want to fuck things up for Vinny, either. Let's get the No Nose to get a little closer and sniff the fucker out. Let's find out where and what he eats for breakfast. Find out if he's really a threat. Sound like a good starting point to you?
FOUR FINGERS:
For a guy without a nose he sure can sniff out a lot about a bum. Imagine he had your nose, eh Benny? Ha! In all seriousness, yeah, let's get to know the prick, find out if he's for real. At the very least someone should let him know our people don't like winding up on any lists if you know what I'm saying.
BENNY EGGS:
That's the JEWS, you guinea bastard, not the Italians.
FOUR FINGERS:
Hey Mussolini had lists too, you half-a-prick, you.
BENNY EGGS:
I have a meeting with the Chin right after I get out of here, I'll let him know about this little hit-list bullshit. In the meantime, go tell Luca to get his people on surveillance and let's start keeping an eye on this dirtbag.
FOUR FINGERS:
Consider it done. I'll see you later Eggs.
BENNY EGGS:
Give my love to the misses.
Benny walks out of Frankie's apartment and puts on his Fedora before heading down the three flights of stairs to the street. Frankie gets Luca on the phone and gives him the lowdown in Mafia code over the telephone.
THE FOLLOWING IS THE AUDIBLE SIDE OF THE CONVERSATION ONLY:
FOUR FINGERS:
Hey it's me. Listen, there's stormy weather headed over this way. I'm not sure if the Giant's are winning the Super Bowl this year, you know what I mean? Yeah, well, maybe we should get down there and scout 'em out. Get some people on it. Boss ain't ready for thunder and lightning right now he's got a match to prepare for.
Frankie hangs up the phone. The message has been delivered for Luca to organize surveillance on Mark Storm.
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SCENE TWO: EXTERIOR, GREENWICH VILLAGE, NEW YORK CITY.
Benny Eggs is about to conduct a walk and talk with Vinny Gigante, a very common method of communication while being surveilled by the FBI for members of the underworld. Short on time, the message has to be quick and the interaction brief before parting ways. The best places to meet? Busy streets and public places with lots of ambient noise. As always, Vinny is right on time and shuffles about in his patented bathrobe and schoolboy hat. The "Insane Man" act is on full display. Benny moves his hand towards his mouth to hide it from potential lip readers as he whispers to Vinny.
BENNY EGGS:
There's some fucker out there putting your name on some hit-list. Fucker isn't even saying it right. His name is Mark Storm. Apparently he's some big shot in the EWC you're fuckin' with right now.
Vinny doesn't say anything, but nods his head in agreement like he understands.
BENNY EGGS:
I put Luca on it, we're going to keep an eye on the cowboy and find out what he's all about. These wrestling guys are always running their mouths, it's how they promote themselves or whatever. I'll chat with you later boss.
Vinny turns left on Sullivan Street towards the Triangle Social Club. Benny cuts to the right and escapes into a sea of people walking about. As Vinny walks slowly the couple of blocks to his destination, he is stopped short by a cute little kid holding hands with his dad.
KID:
Sir, are you homeless?
DAD:
Timmy! I'm sorry sir, you need a couple bucks or something? Timmy what did I tell you about jumping to conclusions like that? Here, boss- take a twenty. Don't go spending it on booze okay?
VINNY THE CHIN:
Gee, thanks guy. Cute kid. No young man, I'm not homeless. I live right over there, and I gotta get going. Your mom's waiting on me.
Vinny crumbles up the twenty dollar bill and throws it back into the dad's face as he continues his walk toward the social club. Clearly, Vinny has a lot on his mind. A new partnership for a tag-team match that must go off without a hitch, and now, the mention of his name in the ramblings of another superstar.
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Vinny "Chin" Gigante
Head of the Genovese Family
EWC Superstar
1-0
