Reservoir Dogs Mafia Game thread

[Athene]

Adenosine claimed a protector role. Could be a paranoid doc, as Zigmen didn't get a result on his seer view when Aden protected him.

Or scum have a role blocker.

[Athene]

How many scum are we reckoning? It should be 3 in a game of 15 usually but town seem rather powerful so maybe 4?

Also ksen was the don and would've shown up innocent but came up guilty making feck likely innocent?

That's what I was thinking.

[Linus]

How many scum are we reckoning? It should be 3 in a game of 15 usually but town seem rather powerful so maybe 4?

Also ksen was the don and would've shown up innocent but came up guilty making feck likely innocent?

My guess would be 3-4 scum and 0-1 indies. The diamonds look like something a GM might put an indy twist to.

[Azathoth]

Unless this is very ballsy scum play, chances are that Aza is the seer that sees the opposite alignment. A doc and bus driver are a good source of NK wifom, so we should get another view out of Aza.

or just paranoid Feck isn't clear

[Feck]

You are right AZA your view does not clear me .

[Animavore]

I wonder if the protector should protect me while I switch to others and that way we may find out if his role really does block or not?

I don't know if I prefer that or chaotic wifom. It must wreck scum's head.

[Linus]

Unless this is very ballsy scum play, chances are that Aza is the seer that sees the opposite alignment. A doc and bus driver are a good source of NK wifom, so we should get another view out of Aza.

or just paranoid Feck isn't clear

In terms of probabilities, I'm leaning town on both you and Feck, but neither of you is clear.

[Adenosine]

When you have potential paranoid players then you have to kick it old school. You pick scum based on what they do and how they play. Like skimming the thread and dropping a vote on the wrong person.

[Animavore]

Or trying to set another player up on the sly.

I now have a good idea who one scum is.
Forget about protecting me. I can choose to switch myself anyway.

[Adenosine]

I have an aversion to advertising possible moves in thread. But I'm also aware of the potential of town specials screwing each other. If you are going to swap yourself then I won't protect you. Or I could protect you and you can swap me with someone.

[Animavore]

I could just pick randomly like I did the first time. Chaos amuses me somewhat

[Animavore]

This is fun. I've never wifom'ed scum before

[Adenosine]

Maybe I'll protect Charlou. She's cleared.

Or Aza.

Or myself.

Or maybe I'll protect one of the remaining scum and Ani can bus me.

Or no one.

Hands up those that want protection.

[Gonzo]

01. Adenosine
02. Animavore
03. Athene
04. Azathoth
05. charlou
06. Feck
07. Linus
08. praying

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INSERT: TITLE CARD "MR. BLONDE".



14 FLASHBACK - INT. JOE CABOT'S OFFICE - DAY

We're inside the office of Joe Cabot. Joe's on the phone,
sitting behind his desk.

JOE
(into phone)
Sid, I'm tellin you don't worry
about it. You had a bad couple of
months, it happens.
(pause)
Sid, Sid, Sid...Stop, you're
embarrassing me. I don't need to
be told what I already know. When
you have bad months, you do what
every business man in the
worlds does, I don't care if he's
Donald Trump or Irving the tailor.
Ya ride it out.

There's a KNOCK on Cabot's office door.

JOE
Come in.

One of Cabot's goons, TEDDY, opens the door and steps
inside. Cabot covers the receiver with his hand and looks
towards the man.

TEDDY
Vic Vega's outside.



JOE
Tell him to come in.

Teddy leaves.

JOE
(into phone)
Sid, a friend of mine's here. I
gotta go.
(pause)
Good enough, bye.

He hangs up the phone, stands, and walks around to the
front of the desk.

Teddy opens the office door, and TOOTHPICK VIC VEGA walks
in.

Toothpick Vic Vega is none other than our very own Mr.
Blonde. Vic is dressed in a long black leather seventies
style jacket.

Joe stands in front of his desk with his arms open.

The two men embrace each other. Teddy leaves, closing the
door behind him.

JOE
How's freedom kid, pretty fuckin
good, ain't it?

VIC
It's a change.

JOE
Ain't that a sad truth. Remy
Martin?

VIC
Sure.

JOE
Take a seat.

Joe goes over to his liquor cabinet. Vic sits in a chair
set in front of Joe's desk.

JOE
(while he pours the
drink)
Who's your parole officer?

VIC
A guy named Koons. Craig Koons.

JOE
How is he?

VIC
Fuckin asshole, won't let me leave
the halfway house.

JOE
Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin
jungle bunny goes out there, slits
some old woman's throat for
twenty-five cents. Fuckin nigger
gets Doris Day as a parole
officer. But a good fella like
you gets stuck with a ball-bustin
prick.

Joe walks back around his desk and sits in his chair.

Vic swallows some Remy.

VIC
I just want you to know, Joe, how
much I appreciate your care
packages on the inside.

JOE
What the hell did you expect me to
do? Just forget about you?

VIC
I just wanted you to know, they
meant a lot.

JOE
It's the least I could do Vic. I
wish I coulda done more.
(Joe flashes a side
grin at Vic)
Vic. Toothpick Vic. Tell me a
story? What're your plans?

VIC
Well, what I wanna do is go back
to work. But I got this Koons
prick deep up my ass. He won't
let me leave the halfway house
till I get some piece of shit job.
My plans have always been to be
part of the team again.

There's a KNOCK at the door.

JOE
Come in.

The door opens and in walks Joe's son, Nice Guy Eddie.
Vic turns around in his seat and sees him.

EDDIE
(to Vic)
I see ya sittin here, but I don't
believe it.



Vic gets out of his seat and hugs Eddie.

EDDIE
How ya doin, Toothpick?

VIC
Fine, now.

EDDIE
I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked
you up personally at the pen.
This whole week's just been crazy.
I've had my head up my ass the
entire time.

VIC
Funny you should mention it.
That's what your father and I been
talkin about.

EDDIE
That I should've picked you up?

VIC
No. That your head's been up your
ass. I walk through the door and
Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank
god. Finally somebody who knows
what the fuck he's doing. Vic,
Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck
up." And I say "Well, Joe, I
coulda told you that." "I'm
ruined! He's ruining me! My son,
I love him, but he's taking my
business and flushing it down the
fuckin toilet!"
(to Joe)
I'm not tellin tales out of
school. You tell 'im Joe.
Tell 'im yourself.

JOE
Eddie, I hate like hell for you to
hear it this way. But when Vic
asked me how's business, well, you
don't lie to a man who's just done
four years in the slammer for ya.

Eddie bobs his head up and down.

EDDIE
Oh really, is that a fact?

Eddie JUMPS Vic and they fall to the floor.

The two friends, laughing and cussing at each other,
wrestle on the floor of Joe's office.

Joe's on his feet yelling at them.

JOE
(yelling)
Okay, okay, enough, enough!
Playtime's over! You wanna roll
around on the floor, do it in
Eddie's office, not mine!

The two men break it up. They are completely disheveled,
hair a mess, shirttails out. As they get themselves
together, they continue to taunt one another.

EDDIE
Daddy, did ya see that?

JOE
What?

EDDIE
Guy got me on the ground, tried to
fuck me.

VIC
You fuckin wish.

EDDIE
You tried to fuck me in my
father's office, you sick bastard.
Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do
in the privacy of your own home,
go do it. But don't try to fuck
me. I don't think of you that
way. I mean, I like you a lot--

VIC
Eddie, if I was a pirate, I
wouldn't throw you to the crew.

EDDIE
No, you'd keep me for yourself.
Four years fuckin punks in the ass
made you appreciate prime rib when
you get it.

VIC
I might break you, Nice Guy, but
I'd make you my dog's bitch.
You'd be suckin the dick and going
down on a mangy T-bone hound.

EDDIE
Now ain't that a sad sight, daddy,
walks into jail a white man, walks
out talkin like a nigger. It's
all that black semen been shootin
up his butt. It's backed up into
his brain and comes out of his
mouth.

JOE
Are you two finished? We were
talkin about some serious shit
when you came in Eddie. We got a
big problem we're tryin to solve.
Now Eddie, would you like to sit
down and help us solve it, or do
you two wanna piss fart around?

Playtime is over and Vic and Eddie know it. So they both
take seats in front of Joe's desk.

JOE
Now Vic was tellin me, he's got a
parole problem.

EDDIE
Really? Who's your P.O.?

VIC
Craig Koons.

EDDIE
Koons? Oh shit, I hear he's a
motherfucker.

VIC
He is a motherfucker. He won't
let me leave the halfway house
till I get some piece of shit job.

EDDIE
You're coming back to work for us,
right?

VIC
I wanna. But I gotta show this
asshole I got an honest-to-
goodness job before he'll let me
move out on my own. I can't work
for you guys and be worried about
gettin back before ten o'clock
curfew.

JOE
(to Eddie)
We can work this out, can't we?

EDDIE
This isn't all that bad. We can
give you a lot of legitimate jobs.
Put you on the rotation at Long
Beach as a dock worker.

VIC
I don't wanna lift crates.

EDDIE
You don't hafta lift shit. You
don't really work there. But as
far as the records are concerned,
you do. I call up Matthews, the
foreman, tell him he's got a new
guy. You're on the schedule. You
got a timecard, it's clocked in
and out for you everyday, and you
get a pay check at the end of the
week. And ya know dock workers
don't do too bad. So you can move
into a halfway decent place
without Koons thinkin "what the
fuck." And if Koons ever wants to
make a surprise visit, you're gone
that day. That day we sent you to
Tustin. We gotta bunch of shit
you needed to unload there.
You're at the Taft airstrip pickin
up a bunch of shit and bringing it
back. Part of your jab is goin
different places - and we got
places all over the place.

JOE
(to Vic)
Didn't I tell ya not to worry?
(to Eddie)
Vic was worried.

EDDIE
Me and you'll drive down to Long
Beach tomorrow. I'll introduce
you to Matthews, tell him what's
going on.

VIC
That's great, guy, thanks a bunch.
(pause)
When do you think you'll need me
for real work?

JOE
Well, it's kinda a strange time
right now. Things are kinda--

EDDIE
--Nuts. We got a big meeting in
Vegas coming up. And we're kinda
just gettin ready for that right
now.

JOE
Let Nice Guy set you up at Long
Beach. Give ya some cash, get
that Koons fuck off your back, and
we'll be talking to ya.

EDDIE
Daddy, I got an idea. Now just
hear it out. I know you don't
like to use any of the boys on
these jobs, but technically, Vic
ain't one of the boys. He's been
gone for four years. He ain't on
no one's list. Ya know he can
handle himself, ya know you can
trust him.

Joe looks at Vic.

Vic has no idea what they're talking about.

JOE
How would you feel about pullin a
heist with about five other guys?

VIC
What's the exposure like?

JOE
Two minutes, tops. It's a tough
two minutes. It's a hold up,
daylight, during business hours,
dealing with a crowd. But you
have the fellas to deal with the
crowd. It's a jewelry store.
They're getting a big shipment of
South African diamonds on a
certain day. They're like a way
station. It's gonna get picked up
the next day and sent to Hamburg.
When you walk through the door,
you'll know right where to go for
the rich stones.
The fellas are good, me and Nice
Guy picked em. Nobody knows
anybody else. Nobody's connected.
I don't use connected guys for
this shit.

VIC
What's the cut?

JOE
Juicy, man, real juicy.

Toothpick Vic smiles.

So does Nice Guy Eddie.

-

Nobody was killed last night. You need to elect a new MAYOR for the town.

[Animavore]