and last, Clarke.
EXT. LONG SHOT FROM HIGH CENTERFIELD. MOVING TOWARD HOME PLATE AS THE JAIL BUS ARRIVES AND THE VISUAL OF THE HUGE CROWDS BECOME FRIGHTENING - DAY
The mob of crowd members converge on the bus as it pulls in behind the visitor's dug out, now empty but for one large keg of beer on ice. The doors swing open and with the crowd wailing and cursing, there are a ew minutes that pass before anyone steps off. Here, the players fixate their stares at the crowd, most noticing the sad and upset family members they saw in during trial now carrying metal bats, long-knives, machetes, and taser guns.
Russo is the first to move.
Wow, I never thought I would see them again. Fuck it, I was an all star in little league.
Heh, I don't even see anyone related to my murder...this will be easy for me...see, it pays to be female in America boys
Goldman follows Russo off the bus, and the others...eventually follow.
EXT. Camera POV of players exiting the bus and getting spit on, drinks and food thrown in their face, enough for all convicts to run like little girls to the dugout. All except Casey, Kubricks, Steenbock, Mitchell, and Penner. They appeared cool and calm. This would be their third time playing the Buffalo Angels in burgundy.
EXT. Long shot from behind the pitchers mound as the Angels have taken the field and are warming up. Camera zooms into the convict dug-out , showing Maguire tapping the Keg and helps Berman and Brushy by filling their cups.
"ooh-ehh! Looks like we got ourselves some Milwaukee's Beast! Nothin but the best!"
Food and liquid continue to litter the convicts dugout until Tammbrandt's voice can be heard demanding the pelting to stop or to be escorted away from field 3 entirely.