[Freddy Fingers – sat, uncomfortable in a chair.]

[Tony Knuckles – kneeing beside him, coughing in pain.]

[Blackhand Moretti, holding a baseball bat.]

Blackhand Moretti: “What the fuck did I say, huh?”

[He growls at them.]

Blackhand Moretti: “Fail me again and you’ll pay the price. You let that little cazzo steal from the family; steal from me. That car was our leverage.”

[Moretti taps the bat on the floor.]

Blackhand Moretti: “With Ram Jam the party never stops. So, do you’s mooks wanna play a game with me, huh?”

[He walks over and turns on a radio. Disco music fills the air.]

Blackhand Moretti: “How’s about a game of musical chairs? How’s that for a party game?”

[Fingers and Knuckles look at each other before rising. They begin walking around the chair.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You know, Ram Jam may have gotten one up on us but he didn’t steal the seat. He just delayed the inevitable collection. See, that mother fuckin’ mook is drivin’ around in beat up little banger thinking he won. He thought the music stopped and he took the party with him.

But he ain’t in charge of the tunes, boys. He never was and never will be. No, Ram Jam is a player. He dances at the party. He plays the party games. He revels in the joy of the occasion and enjoys the atmosphere.”

[Freddy and Tony continue to amble around the solitary chair.]

Blackhand Moretti: “Just like you’s two last night at Slam.”

[Moretti leans over the radio.]

Blackhand Moretti: “And the party games are all good and fun until the music stops. When the booze stops flowin’ and the girls go home, the party is over and no-one can find that feelin’ again until the next time. That’s why he owes us money, boys. That’s why he owes us a debt that gotta be paid. Cause when the party was over and he was searchin’ for that next buzz, he came to us and look what he found.

I’m an accomodatin’ host. I don’t mind loanin’ a little cashola to keep the party goin’ but when the fuckin’ music stops, you pay up.”

[He stops the music and both goons scramble for the seat, falling over one another and knocking the chair over too. Blackhand turns around, bat in his hand.]

[His goons are terrified.]

Blackhand Moretti: “Or you pay the fuckin’ price.”

[He rushes over with the bat, and both men scramble in fear.]

Blackhand Moretti: “You feel that boys? That’s what happens when the game is over. That’s what happens when the music stops. At Turbo Violence, I’m gonna do what you mooks couldn’t do and that’s stop the fuckin’ music.

I’m gonna collect the debt he owes the family.

The game is fuckin’ over.

The party is done.

And everybody pays… one way or another.”

[He tosses the bat aside to the relief of Knuckles and Fingers, before walking towards the door.]

Blackhand Moretti: “When the music stops at Turbo Violence, you boys better not be scrambling for a fuckin’ chair.”