INT. 321 SLAMMER – FORT LAUDERDALE – NIGHT

Music thumps. Neon lights. Sweat, bass, and bad decisions.

VITO SPATAFORE stands at the bar in a loud shirt, way too tight. He scans the room like a kid who ditched school.

BARTENDER
What’ll it be?

VITO
Vodka soda. Heavy on the soda. I’m tryin’ to be good.

Bartender smirks, pours anyway.

Vito downs it, loosens up. He notices a GOOD-LOOKING GUY across the room. Eye contact. A nod. Vito smiles.

VITO
(to himself)
Florida… f*****’ beautiful place.

They dance. Vito’s having the time of his life. Laughing. Carefree. Very un–New Jersey.

Suddenly—
The music dips.

At the door: SAL “THE MULE” and DOM, both in track suits, frozen in disbelief.

DOM
…No f*****’ way.

Sal squints.

SAL
Is that Vito?

Vito turns. Sees them. Smile dies instantly.

VITO
Ohhh s***.

The Good-Looking Guy (Corvallus Winslow) senses danger and disappears like a ghost.

Sal storms over.

SAL
What is this place, Vito?

VITO
It’s… uh… a club.

DOM
Yeah? ‘Cause it looks like a club club.

Vito wipes sweat from his forehead.

VITO
Listen, listen—this ain’t what it looks like.

SAL
You’re in Fort Lauderdale. In a gay bar. Named 321 Slammer.
What’s 321, Vito? The area code or your f*****’ weight?

Dom laughs. Vito doesn’t.

VITO
You don’t understand. I’m on blood pressure meds.

Beat.

DOM
Yeah? They make you dance to Cher now?

Bouncer approaches.

BOUNCER
Everything cool here?

Sal flashes a fake smile.

SAL
Yeah. We’re just havin’ a… family discussion.

Sal leans in close to Vito.

SAL (low)
Tony’s gonna love this.

Vito looks around—no exits, no excuses.

VITO
…Can we at least finish the drink?

Sal grabs Vito by the arm.

SAL
Let’s go, Liberace.

They drag him out as the music kicks back up.

CUT TO BLACK.