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The place is a monster indoor funpark. Will, Chuckie, Morgan, and Billy are in adjoining batting cages. Will has disabled the pitching machine in his and pitches to Chuckie. The boys have been drinking. Will throws one to Chuckie, high and tight. Several empty beer cans sit by the cage.
CHUCKIE
Will!
Another pitch, inside.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
You're gonna get charged!
WILL
You think I'm afraid of you, you big
fuck? You're crowdin' the plate.
Will guns another one, way inside.
CHUCKIE
Stop brushin' me back!
WILL
Stop crowdin the plate!
Chuckie laughs and steps back.
CHUCKIE
Casey's bouncin' at a bar up Harvard.
We should go there sometime.
WILL
What are we gonna do up there?
CHUCKIE
I don't know, we'll fuck up some smart
kids.
(stepping back in)
You'd prob'ly fit right in.
WILL
Fuck you.
Will fires a pitch at Chuckie's head. Chuckie dives to avoid being hit. He gets up and whips his batting helmet at Will.
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