"THE BOONDOCK SAINTS" (1999)

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THE BOONDOCK SAINTS

An original motion picture screenplay by

TROY DUFFY

Shooting Script:White – August 28, 1997 Pages Blue – July 9, 1998 Pages Pink – July 13, 1998 Pages Yellow – July 27, 1998 Pages Green – August 12, 1998

(5-5A,6,7,26,40,42,52-2A,55,68,72,73,74,76,77,89,93,102,103,104,104A,111,114,117,118)

Registered WGAw Troy Duffy

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1

INT. GOTHICCHURCH–10:00A.M.– ST.PATRICK’SDAY

DOWNTOWNBOSTON

Aswe openwesee theinsideofan enormouschurch.A young lookingPRIESTinhismid-thirtiesisfinishingthedeliveryof theLord’sPrayer.Intheback ofthechurch,in thelastpew, therearetwowho kneelonthe cold,stonefloor.

Theydonot standtosing,nor dotheyoffersignsof peacewhen told,buttheypray.Theygrip andrubtheirrosaries.They muttertheirwordsinLatin.

CONNORandMURPHYMacMANUS(mid-twenties)areshroudedinthick waistlengthnavyP-coats,wornleatherbootsandthehungry clothesofthepoor.The boysheadsareshavedandtheyhave facialhair.

MONSIGNOR
(dismissingyoungpriest)
Thankyou FatherMacklepenny,forcomingallthe way acrosstowntobe our guestspeakertoday.Ihopeyou foundour littleparishtoyourliking.

Macklepennytakeshisseatonthealteralongsidethe regular priestsofthechurch.TheMacManusbrotherssuddenlystand,as

aisleshiftshis/herpositiontoallowtheboyspassage,asif oncommand.Thetwoturn andbegintostridefor thealter,eyes down,determined.

ANNABELLEMACMANUS(V.0.)
(thickIrishaccent)
They’veneverbeenlikeanyoneelse. Fromthe momenttheywereborn,of the samewomb,onthe sameday,they justhad theirownway,my boysdid. And Ialwaysknewthatone daythey woulddo somethingoftruegreatness. I justneverexpectedtheywould bringaboutsucha …sucha reckoning.

speaks,Macklepennyistakenabackashescansthecongregation amazedtofindthathe isthe onlyonewho thinksthisoutof theordinary.

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The monsignorbeginshissermon.Macklepennyrisestostoptheboys fromthis disgracefuldisturbance.

The elder clergymanfindsMacklepenny’sarm,keepinghim seated whileshakinghishead.Macklepenny’sconfusiongiveswaytoaweas he watchesthe brothersstep onto thealtar, brushby the six seatedpriests,andapproachtheenormouscrucifix.

They bothfall to theirkneesand kissthe feetof Christ.They riseand asabruptlyasthey came,theyturnandhead backdownthe aisle forthe frontdoor. Theystop at the rearof the church, turningtolistento thesermon.

MONSIGNOR
(Loud,Authoritative)
…andI am remindedofthisholy day ofthesad storyofKitty

timeand timeagainforhelpbut no

manysaw, notoneso muchascalled. Her assailantwipedthebloodyknife off onherlifelesslittlebody. Theywatchedas hesimplywalked away.Nobodywantedtoget involved. Nobodywantedtotake astand…We mustfear evilmenanddeal with themaccordinglybutwhatwemust trulyguardagainst,whatwemust fearmost (beat)istheindifference of goodmen.

The MacManusesturnandwalkoutthedoor.

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EXT.CHURCHSTEPS– SUNNYMORNING

The boysputon theirdarkglassesandpauseatthe topof the stepstolightup theircigarettes.Theybothrolltheir cigarettebuttsalongtheirtonguesandscrewthemintotheir lips.In thisuniquewaytheylightup, seeminglyoblivious to theirsynchronicityandmimic.

CONNOR
(IrishAccent)
I dobelievetheMonsignorfinally got apoint.

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2 CONTINUED:

MURPHY
(IrishAccent)
Aye.

Theyleave.

3

INT.NOLAND’SMEATPACKINGPLANT–4:00 P.M.–SAME DAY

Murphy,wearingawhitebloodsoakedsmockandapronstands aroundthecornerof theentrancetotheloadingdock.He gripsa gigantic,bloodyslabofmeatandsmirks.Connor flipshis cigaretteouttheloadingdockandpasseshis brother’shidingplace.Henoticestheworkershavestopped, and arelookingathim.

CONNOR
What?

MurphyslapsConnorsquareinthe facewiththebloodyslab. Connor’sfaceiscakedwith bloodashe standsstunned.He thenleapson Murphy,sendinghimintoapile ofnearby hamburger.Hegrabsa largecowtonguefroma nearbyheap and beginsslappingMurphyinthefacewithitas theyboth laughand theworkerscheer.

Theirboss,McGERKINapproacheswithaverylargewoman. Her headisclean-shaven.Thetwoarestilllaughing,out of breath,theyturn.

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MCGERKIN
Boysthis isRose,Baum,Gurtle… Gurtle.
ROZ
RozengurtleBaumgartner.
MCGERKIN
You’llbe traininghertoday,anddo a goodjob.
BOTHBOYS
Aye.
CONNOR
(Wipeshandand extendsit)
Pleasedtameet yaRozie.

She pointstoa tattooonherneckthat readsuntouchedby man.

ROZ
I prefertobe calledRozengurtleby men.
CONNOR
(takenaback)
Okaythen…let’sgetyastarted.

ConnorexitswithRoz.

MURPHY
Christ,that’sthelargestwoman I’veever seen.
MCGERKIN
It’sself-imposedaffirmativeaction. If wehirebig, fat,angrylesbians, thenthe leftistgroupsrepresenting big,fat angrylesbians,won’tthink we’reviolatingtheirrights.
MURPHY
Well,how politicallycorrectyou are. That’sgoodstuff.
MCGERKIN
Hey, thosepeoplecanshutyadown. They’llsueyou intotheground claimingtheywereput undermental duress,innerpain.andsufferin’.
MURPHY
Well,as longas we’rehirin’fat lesbians,giveyourma acall.

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3 CONTINUED: (2)

Murphylaughsashe jogsaway.

MCGERKIN
Fuckyou Murphy.
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INT.NOLAND’SMEATPACKINGPLANT–CUT STATION–SAMEDAY

RozengurtleandConnorstandinfrontofa bunchof co-workers who arecuttingmeatasit goesbyon assembly.

CONNOR
Okay,justcut offas muchfatas you canasit goesby andtherule of thumbhereis…
ROZ
Ruleof thumb?
CONNOR
(Questioningly)
Yeah?
ROZ
Do youknowwherethatterm comes from?In theearly1900’sitwas legalfor mentobeat theirwivesas longas theyuseda sticknowider thantheirthumb.

Connorholdsup histhumbandstaresat it.

CONNOR
Can’tdo muchdamagewiththat. Perhaps,itshouldabeentherule of wrist.Ha!
(He elbowsher)
Ruleof wrist.

She returnsanicystare.Hehandsher theknife.Theco- workersallseemwary ofRoz.

Murphystandsonone sideofRoz, Connorontheother, surroundedbya tightgroupofworkers.Everyoneiswithin ear shotofone another,cuttingmeatasitgoesby. Knowing glancesaresharedby everyone.Itisanuncomfortable mood.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Hey Murphy?

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MURPHY
Aye.
CONNOR
(Slightsmirk)
How manyfeministsdoesittaketo screwin alightbulb?
MURPHY
How many?
CONNOR
Two.One tascrewit inand oneta suckmy cock.

pieceof meatandturnsto Connor.Shepusheshimandstarts walkingtowardhim.Hestartsbackingup,laughing.

ROZ
(Angry)
I knewyoutwo prickswouldgiveme problems.GivemeshitcauseI’m a woman.I’mnot gonnatakeyourmale dominancebullshit!
CONNOR
(tryingtocalm her. butstillchuckling)
Oh, comeonnow Rozengurtle.Iwas justtryin’ta geta riseouttaya.
MURPHY
Yeah.Justtryin’ta breaktheice is all.
ROZ
(to Murphy)
Fuckyou…
(to Connor)
…andfuck you!
MURPHY
Oh, comeonits St.Patty’sDay. It’s allingood fun.

Employeesgatheraroundalltheexcitement.

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4 CONTINUED:(3)

ROZ (V.O.)
BaumgartnersoundIrishtoyou,fuck face?
CONNOR
Now lookRozengurtle,we’resorry. Justrelax.

She reachesbackandpunchesConnorfullforceintheface. He takesthehitvery well.Hestopsbackingup.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Why don’tyousaveallyour aggression for protestsandmarchesandwhat not.

She suddenlydrivesherbootintohiscrotch,sendinghimto the floorreelingwithpain.Twofemaleco-workersleapto his aid.

ROZ
You fuckin’slaves.Kowtowingto the needsofmen!Get up!Getthe fuckup! Leavehimthere.

Rozengurtlebeginstoturn,raisingherfisttoMurphy. Murphywindsup andpuncheshersquareinthe face.She landson herback.Theon-lookersarestunnedashe walks overand standsaboveher.

MURPHY
Guessyou’llhaveta changethat tattoonow,won’tya Rozie!?

5 OMITTED

6

INT.HALLWAY– MACMANUS’TENEMENTAPT–BUILDING–DAY

The brothersgettothetop ofthestairs.Connorishunched overand movingslowly.Murphygiggles.

CONNOR
Fuckyou.

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Connorflickshiscigarettebuttoutthelargeopen loading doorsat theendof thehall.The redbrickbuildingsstretch downthe alleybothways.Theglowingbuttfallsto afilthy restingplace,directlynexttoa dentedgreendumpsterwith halfthe paintjobscrapedoff.

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPARTMENT–EARLYEVENING

Thisis a decrepit,illegalloft.Theboysenter,hangtheir rosariesbythe doorandbegintakingofftheirclothes. Connorsitsnakedon thecouchandgentlyplacesa bagof ice onhiscrotch.Murphystandsnakedinthe openquantity shower.Murphyturnsonthe waterandstickshishandin the stream.

8 OMITTED

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPT–EARLYEVENING

Connor,stillseated,cracksopenaGuinnessandsipsit lovingly.Thephonerings.

CONNOR
Hello.
MOM (ANNABELLEMACMANUS)(V.O.)
Connor,isthat you?

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9 CONTINUED:

Somethingisobviouslywronginhervoice.

CONNOR
(Interested)
Mother,isthat you?
MOM (V.O.)
Is thatworthlessbrotherofyour there?I wantyoubothta hearthis.
CONNOR
Ma, what’swrong?

Murphyshutsoffthe water.

MURPHY
No fuckin’hotwaterman.That…
CONNOR
Shutit. It’sMa.

Murphyseesthe concerninConnor’seyesandtakesastep closer.

MOM (V.O.)
It’sall yourfault.Bothyoulittle bastards.Iwas afoolto believe you wouldbringmeanypeace.The day yourDaleftus whenyouwere almosttooyoungto remember,he saidthe twoof youwoulddome right and makemeproud,buthe waswrong and Igot nothin’talivefor.
CONNOR
Mother,whatareyou sayin’?You’re talkin’crazyhere.

Murphyis drawingcloserwithconcern.

MURPHY
What’sthematterwithher?
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INT.ANNABELLEMACMANUS’HOUSE–IRELAND–NIGHT

A wrinklyfemalehandgrabsalargerevolverrestingnextto a halfemptybottleofHennessey.

MOM
I finallyfoundyourDa’sarmy revolver,Connor.

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPT–EARLYEVENING

CONNOR
Whatthe hellareyou doin’with Da’sgun!?
MURPHY(WIDENINGEYES)
Whatthe…?
MOM (V.O)
I gotit tamy headnow.
CONNOR
What?!Whatare youdoin’?
MOM (V.O)
I wantta tellyaone lastthing beforeI pullthetrigger.
CONNOR
(Screaming)
Pullthe trigger?!Haveyalostit woman?!Nowjustcalm downhere.
MURPHY
(EyesWiden)
Oh mygod!
MOM (V.O)
I…
CONNOR
No ma!No!
MOM (V.O)
BLAME…

CONNOR& MURPHY Oh Jesus,No!No!Oh God!NoMa!

MOM (V.O)
YOU…!

ConnorandMurphyare bothscreaminginpanic.

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EXT.ANNABELLEMACMANUS’BACKSTOOP–NIGHT

Mom standsontheback stoopholdingthedoorajarwithher hip.She holdsthephonereceiverupin herlefthandand the gundirectlynexttoit, inherright.She squeezesoff a loudshottowardthe heavens.

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPT–EARLYEVENING

As soonasthe deafeningsoundpiercesthroughthereceiver,

bag oficeburstsas ithitsthe floorandspreadsacross it. Hethrowsthereceiverandcovershisearswith both hands.

The phonethenfallstothe ground,skippingthroughthe cubesas theboysdivefor itscreaming.Thetwonaked, hystericalboysfumbleforthephone,flailingontheir stomachsinthe fieldofice.Theyfinallycatchit and bothput theirearstothe receiverinpanic.Astheyscream MA intermittently,thepausesgetlongerandlonger.

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INT.ANNABELLEMACMANUS’APARTMENT–NIGHT

Mom’sgot herhandcoveringhermouth,faceredfromholding backlaughter,asshe walksbackintothehouse.Shecan takeit nolongerand sheburstsoutwithheartyguffaws.

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPARTMENT–EARLYEVENING

The boysarerelieved,butangry.

CONNOR
(Grabshisballs, rollsover)
Aaaww,shit!...evilwoman!
MURPHY
Lordhave mercy.Thatwasa good one ma.
MOM (V.O.)
Oh, Jesus!Noma!Christma! No!

Murphyholdsthereceiverinthe air.Mom’sstilllaughing.

MURPHY
(to Connor)
Oh, she’squiteproudofherself.
MOM
Okay,seriously,bothyoulistenta me now.

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Theyboth putanear tothe phone.

CONNOR
All right,we’rebothhere.

Mom pausesandcacklesendlesslyonceagain.

MOM
(Finally)
It’sonly 11:00hereboyssoI got lot’smoredrinkin’tado withyour worthlessrelativesdownattheAnvil.
MURPHY
Justcalledta tortureusdidya?
CONNOR
How’sUncleSibeal?
MOM
Well,you knowhowit iswithhim. Alwayscomplainin’he’sneverturnin’ a profitonSt. Patty’s.Wholedamn familygoesdowntherewith nomoney, causewe knowhecan’tbear tacharge us.

Theyall laugh.

MOM (CONT’D)
But he’sbeenhavin’himselfanip or twoas well…Beenupthe waitress’ skirtall night,poorgirl.
MURPHY
Wellyou tellhimta takeiteasy withthat.He’s gottalearnta respectwomentheway Connordoes.
CONNOR
Oh, Jesus.
MURPHY
I gavehimhis firstlessonin sensitivitytowardthefairersex justtoday.
CONNOR
Don’teven doit,ya bastard.
MURPHY
He gotbeatup bya girl (laughs)

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15 CONTINUED: (2)

CONNOR
If thatwasa girlI wanttasee somepapers.Shehad tabe just preoperativeforChristsakes.
MOM
(dogmatically)
Lord’sname.
BOTH
(genuflecting, impassionate)
MotherMary,fullof grace.
MOM
Whatdid youdo,Connor?
CONNOR
Well,we triedtamakefriendsand she gavemea shotta thenuts.
MOM
(Aghast)
What…thedirtybitch!Ihopeya trouncedhera goodone!
CONNOR
Well,I didn’tbut…
MURPHY
(Shakinghisfist)
Don’tworry,I respectedthehell out ofherfor ya,Ma.

Mom laughs.

MOM
Welllisten,I knowhowmy boystake ta scrappin’whentheytaketa drinkin’.
BOTH
(Semi-condescending)
Yes mother.
MOM
(light-heartedanger)
I meanit now.I carriedthetwoof you littlebastardsaroundinmy bellyat thesametime youungrateful pissants.
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MOM (CONT’D)
Ya ruinedmygirlishfigureinone fellswoop,and thenyasuckedme dry.
(Grabbingherbreast)
My titsaresaggin’downta myankles. I tripoverem forChristsakes,now ya listentame,NO FIGHTEN!

The boyslaugh.

MOM (CONT’D)
Promisemeboys.

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MURPHY
We promise.
CONNOR
Yeah,we promise.
MOM
Well,there’smyboys.
(Pullsbackcurtain, looksoutwindow)
Shit.I gottago.LookslikeI causeda ruckuswiththatshot. Halfthe damnneighborhoodiscomin’.
MURPHY
All right,loveyama.Listen,before ya gojustgive usthegoods,eh?
CONNOR
Yeah.It’sbeen twenty-sevenyears.
MOM
Stillbickerin’overthat,huh?
CONNOR
Comeon, ma.Outwith it.Whocame out first?
MOM
All right,Isupposeyouhavethe rightta know.

The boysstandshouldertoshoulder,naked.Theypeerinto the distance,earstothephone,awaitingthismostimportant information.

MOM (CONT’D)
Are yaready?
BOTH
Aye.

Slightpauseas momslamsa shotofHennessey.

MOM (YELLS)
The onewiththebiggestcock!

Mom slamsdownthephoneandlets outa throatylaugh.The boyssign angrily.Connorwalksoverandhangsupthephone.

CONNOR
Crazywoman.

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Whenhe turns,henoticesMurphyisfixatedonhis brothers crotch.A triumphantsmilespreadsacrosshisface.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Don’tstart.I’vehad iceonmine.
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EXT.AN ALLEY– MORNING

PAULSMECKER,F.B.I.agent,isleadby theBostonChiefof Policethroughajungleof ravenousreporters,policelines and uniformedofficers.Heisimpeccablydressedinadeep red suit.Heis smiling,confidentashewalks.Heisa verygood-looking,slenderman.

He looksintently,foramoment,atfouruniformedofficers. Theyapproachtwodeadbodies,layingnextto adentedgreen dumpsterwithhalfthepaintjob scrapedoff.

One man,IVANCHECKOV,laysonhisstomach,closertothe dumpsterthantheother.Theass ofhis pantshasbeenburnt out anda largecottonbandageisinitsplace.

The other,VLADDY,hasabloodsoakedbandagearoundhis headand ison hisstomachaswell.Thereare hundredsof piecesof porcelainofvarioussizeseverywhere.Threeplain- clothedhomicidedetectives,DUFFY,DOLLYandGREENLYhover closeto thebodies.DollyandDuffylistentoGREENLY,an obviousrookie,givehisover-confidenttheoryofwhattook place.

The chiefisaboutto interruptthem,butSmeckerholdshim backwith asmile.Thetwo waitandwatchin aposition, wherethe unsuspectingdetectiveshavetheirbackstothem.

GREENLY
(ThickBostonAccent)
… sotheseguys arejustkickin’ the shitoutof eachother.This guy (pointstoVladdy)picksupan old kitchensinkthatsomeonethrew out andcrushesthisguy(Checkov) withit. Allright,soit makesa big bangandalertstheirfriend, who’sstandin’lookoutaroundthe corner.Sohe comesoverandgets intoit withthisguy,(Vladdy). He’sangryat him,right?
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GREENLY(CONT’D)
Theyget intoanaltercationinwhich the lookoutguycrushesthisguy by jumpinon him.Andlookat thedamage here(Vladdy).Imean thisguy’s fuckin’hamburgerman.Hisspineis crushed.He’salltwistedandshit. Thatguy hadto beonebig mother fucker.Huge,3-400pounds,fuckin huge.

Smeckerlistens.TheChiefisembarrassed.

GREELY(CONT’D)
Or, okay.Checkthisout.Saythese two don’tevenknowthehugeguy. They’rejuststaggerin’homefroma bar thismorning,stillallfucked up fromSt.Patty’slastnight.So theyfigurethey’lltakea shortcut downthe alleyandthisbig mother fucker,he’sjustwaitin’.Andwhat couldbe moreperfectforstrongarm robbery?Twodrunkguysall bandaged up. They’realreadyinjuredfor Christsakes.Hetakesa bluntobject and whackstheguywiththe bandage on hishead,right?Causehe’ssmart. He knowstheguywith thebandageon his ass,heain’tgoingnowhere. Matterof fact,thisguy’sprobably helpinghisfriendwiththe rectal problemalong.They’relimpingaround likea coupleofdecrepitoldbroads. So oncethisguy’soutof thepicture
(denotesVladdy)thispoorasshole, he triestorun.But lookhowfar he getsforethehuge bastardcatches up withhim.Onlya fewyards.And whatdoes hedo? Hegetscreative. He picksupa sinkand crushesthe poor mother-fucker.Then,heain’t done yet.Hecomesoverhere,jumps on thisguy’sbackand crusheshim on death(Vladdy).Hestealstheir shit andbeatsit!Thanksforcomin’ out! (Beat)
And lookatthis print…

Greenlypointsouta largefootprinton Vladdy’sback. Some detectivesnodinagreement.Smeckerchucklesashe shakeshis head.

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GREENLY(CONT’D)
That’sonebig fuckin’shoe!...and thinkaboutit. Ofallthe waysto killa guy,crushin’himto death. That’sveryparticular.Youdon’t get manyofthose.I dunno.Ifeel somethingbighere.I wouldn’tbe surprisedifwe seemoreof these turningup.
SMECKER
(Steppingintothe open)
Brilliant.Sonowwe gota Hugeguy theoryandSerialcrushertheory. Top fuckingnotch.
(To Greenly)
What’syourname?

GREENLY

you?

SmeckersauntersuptoGreelyand pullshisI.D.outof the breastpocketofhis sportcoatandletsit hang.Thelarge, lightblueletters,F.B.I.canbe easilyseen.

SMECKER
That’swhothe fuckI am.

All thedetectivesseemdisgruntledandlooktotheChief for anexplanation.

CHIEF
Listen,I gottagoby thenumberson thisone. I.D.justcamebackon theseguys.They’vegotconnections to theRussianmob.Thatmakesit a federalmatterandAgentSmecker, here,is headinguptheinvestigation withour fullcooperation.
SMECKER
(TransfixedonGreely)
Why don’tyougetme acup ofcoffee.
GREENY
Whatthe fuck?
SMECKER
Cafélatte.

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GREENLY
Who the…
SMECKER
Twistof lemon!
GREENLY
(To Chief)
Chief,whatthe fuckisthis?
SMECKER
Sweet-n-low!

GreenlylookshelplesslytotheChief,whosimplynods.He stormsoffthe scene,upset.Smeckerturnshisbackon everyoneandputsearphonesin.Hereachesdownand hits play.The choirsong“Agnusdei”overtakes.Hebeginsto investigate.Hekneelsatthebodiesfora momentthenstares at theoppositebrickwall.Hepicksup apieceof porcelain and scrapesitwithhisthumb.

He quicklycockshisheadtowardtheskyand beginstochuckle as hesaysJesusChrist,underhisbreath.He brushessome paraffinoneachof thedeadmen’shands.Duffyand Dolly watchdefiantly.Theystarttosmileat oneanotherasthey

effeminatebuynotoverlyfey.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
(Loudly)
Mitchell,Langley!

Two uniformedofficersapproach.

MITCHELL
Yes sir.
SMECKER
Findthe managerofthisbuilding. See ifhe hashadany complaintsof watercomingdownin anyapartments, startingjustthismorning.Ifhe’s not there,knockoneverydoor startingfromthethirdfloorup. Langley,youtakethisbuilding, samething.

MitchellandLangleyexit.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Chaffey,Newman.

Two moreuniformsapproach.

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CHAFFEY
Yes sir.
SMECKER
(To Chaffey)
Lookin thetrasharoundtheirhands. See ifyoucan findmetwo bullet casings.45’s,ifmy eyeservesme right.Don’tdisturbthem.Mark themas theylay.Newman,root throughthisshit.(pointstothe mountainofgarbage)Ifthiswas a sinkfind mesomemetalparts.Gimme a faucetora draincoveror something.

The twobegintheirtasks.Chaffeyfindsacasingnear Checkov’shand,hiddenundertheedgeofthe pile.

CHAFFEY
Got it.It’sa 45.

The homicidedetectivesaresurprisedasChaffeylooksfor the secondshell.Smeckerlightsupasmoke.

SMECKER
Chief,couldyouget ballisticsdown hereand tellthemtheyhaveto dig a 45slug outofa brickwall.

He pointstoa bulletholeinthe opposingandtatteredwall.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
… andlocateanotherthat’sbeen firedthrougha dumpster.

He pointstoanotherbulletholeatthe dumpster’sbase.

CHIEF
I gotthe bestballisticsguyinthe world.He’smobile.Gotall his stuffrightin thevan.Can have him downherein 10minutes.
DOLLY
How didyouknow that?
SMECKER
Paraffincameup positive.Andbullet holesare usuallyabigclue.
CHAFFEY
I can’tfindthe secondone,sir.

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SMECKER
Lookunderthe body.
CHAFFEY(OBEYS)
Got it.

Smeckerturnstodetectiveswithasmirk.

SMECKER
You guy’sreadyforthis?

Theyboth nod.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Thiswas noganglandassassination. Thoughcreative,itwasway too sloppy.Somethingwentwronghere. Thishas personalwrittenallover it. Now,thesemenwerecrushedand the firstnaturalreactionthebody has tosuchtraumais totenseup. So nowthetwo shotsfiredherewere reflexrounds.Theseguysweren’t shootingatanything,buttheywere justaboutto.

Mitchellreturns.

MITCHELL
AgentSmecker,
(pointingtoMacManus building)
Thisis allillegallofthousingso there’snomanageron thepremises but Ifounda ladyon thefourth floorsaidshe’shad waterdripping downon herwholeplace.Started justthis morning.
SMECKER
Fourthfloorhuh?Thenwe’reheading to thefifth.Let’sgoup andsee justhow rightIam.
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INT.MACMANUS’APT.BUILDING–FIRSTFLOOR– MORNING

The detectivespileintotheelevator,Smeckerlast.Greenly has rejoinedthem.Smeckersipshislatte.

DUFFY
So whatareyou thinkin’here?
SMECKER
Reallywantto know?

All thedetectiveschanttheaffirmative.Thedoorsclose.

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INT.MACMANUS’APT.BUILDING–ELEVATOR–FIFTHFLOOR

MORNING

As thedoorsopen,allthe detectiveschorustheirdisbelief.

GREENLY
No way.Youknowhow biga guy’s gottabe todo that?Fuckin’huge.

SmeckerturnstoGreenlyin disbelief.

SMECKER
(Beat)Oooo.I mightbewanting a bagelwithmy coffee.

Smeckerexitstheelevatorleavingthethreesilentdetectives withthat thought.

GREENLY
(to Dolly)
I ain’tgettinghimnofuckin’bagel.

The detectivesexittheelevator.

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INT.MACMANUS’DOORWAY–INSIDEAPT– LOOKINGOUTTOHALL –

MORNING

Smeckerappearsfirst,glancinginmomentarily.The

totalawe.

SMECKER
(To Greenly)
We’llstartthe asskissingwith you.
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EXT.MACMANUS’APT.BUILDING–FRONTSTEPS– MORNING

Smeckersauntersout,detectivesonhisheels.

MITCHELL
(ApproachesSmecker)
AgentSmecker.Iknow this neighborhoodprettygood.There’sa bar calledMcGinty’sdowntheblock. It’sa goodbet theyweretherelast night.

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SMECKER
Goodwork,Mitchell.I’llcheck thatout myself.
(Turnsto detectives)

Duffystartswalkingdownthestreet.A REPORTERishoton his heels.

REPORTER
Hey,Duffy.Whatthe fuckhappened here?You oweme.Thisis theone I want.
DUFFY
Let’sgo geta cupof coffee.You ain’tgonnafuckin’believethis one.

Smeckerisstandingonthe frontstepsinfrontof uniformed officersandhomicidedetectives.

SMECKER
I wantA.P.B.’sputout.I want moreuniformsonthe streets.One thing’sforsure,whereverthese guysare they’rehurting.
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INT.EMERGENCYROOM– DAY

A potentsongtakesourearsas TheMacManusbrotherssitin the E.R.Theyhavealreadyreceivedcare.Theirfacesare beatenandthereare bandagesanddriedbloodinvarious spots.Connor’sinjuriesexceedMurphy’s.Theyareboth cladin onlytheirleatherboots,boxershortsandwornout old bathrobes.

Youngkidswait formedicalattention,astheirknifewounds bleed.Twonuns inthecornerconsolea third,whoserobes are rippedandfaceisbeaten.A womantowardtheendof the hallisso badlybeatensheisunrecognizable.

As thesongbuildsto amoreharrowingchorus,amanenters. His clothessuggesthe’sapimp.Heis notinjured.He looksaroundas hestands,perturbed,attheendof thehall. He reachesoverandgrabsthebeatup womanbythe hairand beginsto dragherout.She iskickingandscreamingfrom the floor,grabbingathiswristsashe haulsheraway.

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(slo-mo)Theboys,instantlyfurious,standandbegintogo towardtheaction,butConnor’slegsgiveout onhimand he fallsto thefloor.Connor,stilltryingtogoafterthe pimp,crawlstowardshim.Murphyhelpshisbrothertohis chairand holdhimtight.

MURPHY
Okay.Justcalm down.Takeiteasy. He’llhavehis day.He’llhavehis
(turns)FUCKIN’DAY!

Musicfades.

23

INT EMERGENCYROOM– DAY– FEWMINUTESLATER

An oldIrishmanenterstheE.R.DOC(70 yrs.)hasa serious facialtwitchandis pronetoblinkinguncontrollably.He has amildstutter.Healso hasTourette’sSyndromeandis apt toyellhis twochosenswearwordseverynowandthen, firstfuck!and afteraslightpause,ass!He rushesupas theystandto greethim.MurphyholdsConnorup.

MURPHY
Thanksforcomin’,Doc.
DOC
(IrishAccent,Squeaky Voice)
J-Jesus.Whatthefuckhappened? Are yab-boysallright?
CONNOR
We’realive.
DOC
An F.B.I.agentcamebythe bar. He leftmehis c-c,heleft mehisc- c, heleftme this.

He handsthema cardwithSmecker’snameonit.They survey it withinterest.

DOC (CONT’D)
(ExtremelyLoud)
Fuck!..........Ass!

Everyoneinthe E.R.looksatDoc inshock.ConnorandMurphy don’tevenavert theireyesfromthecard.

DOC (CONT’D)
What areyougoingto do?

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CONNOR
We’regoingto turnourselvesin. It wasselfdefense.
DOC
y-y-yeahthat’swhathesaid.
MURPHY
How thefuck’sheknowthat?We haven’tspokentoanyoneyet.
DOC
Don’tknow.He didn’tsay.

The boyslookpuzzled.MurphyhelpsConnordowntohisseat.

MURPHY
ListenDoc,we needa favor.
DOC
A-anything.

MurphyhandsDoca partiallyfilledgarbagebag.

CONNOR
Holdthis shitforus,Doc. We’ll be cominbackforit whenweget out.
DOC
Right.

Doc exits,sayonemore“Fuck,…Ass”,onthewayout.

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INT.BOSTONPOLICESTATION–PRECINCTOFFICE–DAY

The stationisabuzzwiththestory.ConnorandMurphy’s namesare onalltongues.A legendstarts.Everyavailable officerisin theroomalongwith thehomicidedetectives. Smeckerwalksrightdownthemiddle.

SMECKER
Firstof all,I’dliketo thank whicheveroneofyou donutmunching, barrel-asseddip-shitsleakedthis to thepress.
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SMECKER(CONT’D)
That’sjustwhatwe neednow,some sensationalstoryinthepapersmaking theseguysout tobe superheroes,

aren’theroes. (Rollshiseyes) Theyare twoordinarymenwhowere put inan extraordinarysituation and theyjusthappenedtocomeout on top.Yes,nothingfromourfar reachingcomputersystemhasturned up jackshiton thesetwo.Allwe knowis whatwe foundoutfromtheir

is thatthey’re…angels.(pause) But angelsdon’tkillandwegot two bodiesin themorguethatlooklike they’vebeen

SmeckerlookstoGreenly.Drippingwithsarcasm.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
… serialcrushedbya hugefuckin’ guy.

Someof thecopsand homicidedetectiveslaughandchide Greenly.

CHAFFEY
Are thesemeconsideredarmedand dangerous?
SMECKER
Well,not armed.Iftheyhadguns, they’dhaveusedthem.But dangerous? Oh yeah.
MITCHELL
Whatmakesyou thinkthey’re dangerous?Theywerejustprotecting eachother.
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EXT.BOSTONPOLICESTATIONSTEPS– DAY

The twoarelimpingup theprecinctstairs.Connorisdraped overMurphywho helpshisbrotheralong,theyarestill attiredas intheE.R.

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INT.BOSTONPOLICESTATION–PRECINCTOFFICE–DAY

SMECKER
Look,look!I’m notsayingoneway or theother.Justbe carefuland go bythe protocolonthisone.
CHAFFEY
Any tipsonwheretheseguysmay be?
SMECKER
(To OfficerMitchell)
Any wordbackfromtheE.R.s?
MITCHELL
No helpatall. SwampedfromSt. Patty’s.Packedwithdrunk,bloody Irish.
SMECKER
Justhit thebricksniceandhard. Gruntpoliceworkis goingtobring thisone in.

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GREENLY
(TalkingLoudly)
Theseguysare milesawaybynow.

The brothersquietlyenterinthebackofthe room.Allthe officersareseatedwiththeirbacksto them.Smeckerand the brothersmakeeyecontact.Heknowswhotheyare.They don’tinterruptGreenly.

GREENLY(CONT’D)
But ifyouwant tobeatyourhead againsta wall,thenhere’swhatyou lookfor. Theseguysarescared liketwo littlebunnyrabbits. Anythingina uniformorflashing bluelightswillspookthem.So the onlythingwe cando isput apotato on astringand dragitthroughSouth Boston.

Thereis lightchucklingfromthepoliceatthiscrack.

MURPHY(LOUD)
You’dprobablyhavebetterluckwith a beer.

Everyoneturnsandlooks.

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INT.INTERROGATIONROOM–BOSTONPOLICESTATION–LATER

The boyssitin twochairsata plaintablewitha recording deviceon it.Theyarevery seriousandalert.Mitchell enterswithcoffeeforthem.He shakestheirhandsandsays he reallyrespectswhattheydid.Surprised,theythank him.Chaffeyenterswithdonutsanda repeatperformanceof

interrogationroomdoor.

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INT.INTERROGATIONROOM–BOSTONPOLICESTATION–DAYLATER

Thereare atleast20 officersanddetectivespackedinthe tinyroom.The MacManus’visitwiththeexcitedcops.All are inhighspirits.

The roomisloudas Smeckerwalksin.

SMECKER
Whatthe fuckisthis!?Thisisn’t a fuckin’teaparty.Getout!Only thingI wantin hereisthem.

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Theyall fileout.Smeckerandtheboys lookeachother over.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Thisconversationisgoingtobe

of yourknowledge.

handto stophim.

MURPHY
(Politely)
Excuseme,sir.

Murphyturnsto hisbrotherandspeaksinLatin,in hushed tones.It issubtitledinEnglish.

MURPHY(CONT’D)
“Whatdo wetellhim abouttheguns and money?”
CONNOR
“We justgotup andleft.Bummusta rolledthembeforethepolicegot there.”
MURPHY
(To Smecker)
Okay.We’reready.

recordbutton.

SMECKER
You guysarenotunderoath,here. I amassumingyouknewthesetwo guysfrom before,huh?
CONNOR
We…metthemlastnight.
SMECKER
Theyhad someprettyinteresting bandages.Knowanythingaboutthat?

Theylook ateachother.

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30 FLASHBACK.INT–MCGINTY’SPUB– NIGHT–ST. PATRICK’SDAY

McGinty’s’sispackedtothewallswith drunkenIrish.A lot offacesarerecognizablefromNoland’sMeat.Connoris in frontofthe bar.Heand Docarestaringateach other as ifwaitingforone mantogive in.Connorhashisarms acrossthechestsof Murphyandsomefriends,holdingthem in place.Theyareinterestedinthecompetition. Presently…

CONNOR
(presently,imitating Doc’svoice)
Wouldsomeonepleasecomeoverhere and…
DOC
Fuck!
CONNOR
me upthe …
DOC
Ass!

throwingiceat them.DAVIDDELLAROCCOmakeshiswaythrough the crowd.Roccoisthirty-twoyearsold.Hehasshoulder- length,darkhairand afullbeardand mustachethatwrap aroundhisbig smile.Hechargesupto thebarand yellsto Doc.

ROCCO
Hey!Fuck!Ass! Getmea beer!

two hugefistsfullofice athim.He backsawaylaughing. The boysgetup offthefloorand haveahuge grouphugwith Roccoas theyallscreameachothersnames.

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Theyall laughandcommencedrinking.

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INT.MCGINTY’SPUB– NIGHT

The baristrashed.It’smostlyemptynowexceptforthe brothers,Rocco,Docandfourfriends.Everyoneisvery drunk,includingDoc.

ROCCO
(Tryingtoconnect withConnor)
… It’snotthat I’mhomophobic. I’m justafraidoffaggots.

to gatherround.

DOC
I gotsomebad news.LookslikeI’m gonnahaveta closed-downthebar. The Russianshavebeenbuyingup buildingsallovertown,including thisone…Fuck!...Ass!Andthey’re not lettingmerenewmylease.
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DOC (CONT’D)
I got‘tilthe endof theweekto comeup with26,000dollars,orthey takethe place.Ileftthem anote tellingthemnotto showtheirfaces

ta closeandtakethe lastfewdays ta getallmy shitouttaherebut it’smy righttostay opentathe last.

Longpauseas everyoneabsorbs.Theyareupset.

ROCCO
Let metalkto myboss,may Ican …

He iscut offbyeveryonewhoobviouslyopposesMafia involvement.

DOC
L-l-listenIdon’twantanyoneta knowuntilthe lastpossiblemoment. So youguyskeepyour trapsshut. ya knowwhattheysay;Peoplein glasshousessinkships.

Everyonehasquizzicallooksontheirfaces.

ROCCO
Y’knowDoc,I gottagetyou a,a, likea proverbbookorsomething. Thismix andmatchshit’sgottago.
DOC
What?

Everyonechuckles.

CONNOR
(ImitatingDoc)
A p-pennysavedisworthtwoin the bush.
MURPHY
(ImitatingDoc)
Don’tc-crosstheroad ifya can’t get outof thekitchen.

Everyonelaughsheartily.Justthen,threelargeRussiansin suitsenter.The obviousleader,CHECKOV,standsinfront with VLADDYbehindoneofCheckov’sshoulders,withanother guy behindtheothershoulder.Theymeanbusiness.The laughterfades.

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CHECKOV
(ThickRussianAccent)
I amIvan Checkov.Youwillbe closingnow.
MURPHY
(Aftera longpause)
Thisis McCoy…wefindSpockand we got enoughforanawayteam.

Everyonelaughs.Ivanisangry.

CHECKOV
Oh, howextraordinary.Abunchof Irishmen…and theyarebeingdrunken idiots.Youare killingthe stereotype.I’minno moodfor discussion.
(PointstoDoc)
You!You stay.Therestof yougo now.
DOC
Why don’tyoumakelikea treeand get thefuckouttahere!

The localsrolltheireyesatDocsblunder.

CONNOR
Calmdown,Doc. I’msurethey’re reasonablefellows.

He andMurphyeachgraba Guinnessandashot ofHennessey and theyapproachtheRussianswiththepeaceoffering.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Listenfellas,Y’knowhe’sgot‘til thisweek’send.Ya don’thaveta be hardasses,do ya?
MURPHY
Yeah,it’sSt. Patty’sday. Everyone’sIrishtonight.Now,why don’tya pullup astooland havea drinkwith us?
CHECKOV
You insultme.I wouldneverdrink that sewage.Especiallywithyou people.Youare fools.

Checkovslapsthebeer tothefloor.

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CHECKOV(CONT’D)
Thisis nogame!If youwon’tgo, we willmake yougo!

The boyslookateach other,rememberingwhatMomsaid. Theystillhold theshots.

CONNOR
If yawanta fight,youcan seeyou’re outnumbered.We’retryingtabe civilhere,so Isuggestyoutake our offer.
CHECKOV
I maketheoffers,ass-hole.

Roccopushesoffthe bar.He’shadenough.

ROCCO
(standingbetweenthe twobrothers)
Hey,thereBoris.Whatwouldyou say ifI toldyouthatyour pinko, commiemothersuckedsomuchdick…

Wham!Ivanpuncheshimin theface.He isquicklydownand out.Connorand Murphy’sfacesturntostoneastheyspeak the nextfewlinesin flawlessfluentRussianwithEnglish subtitles.

CONNOR
“Now,thatwasn’ttoo polite,was it?”
MURPHY
“I’mafraidwe can’tletthatone go, Ivan.”

Checkoviscompletelytakenaback.AlltheIrishare fairly impressedaswell.

CONNOR
I don’tthinkMawouldmind.

Theyclinkthe glassestogether,throwbacktheHennessey, ballup thethickglassesintheir fists,droptooneknee and bothdeliveradevastatingblowtoeachof Checkov’s

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quads.Murphyonthe left,Connorontheright.He’sdown for thecount,writhingonthefloor.

The boy’seachtakea Russianguyandstartfightingasthe othersstartkickingandspittingonCheckov.Thisisa bar brawl,lotsof punchesdon’tconnect.Connordismantleshis man quickly.MurphyisstillfightingasalltheIrishtry to jumpinand helpMurphybutConnorgoesintopsychomode, pushingthemallback.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Let theboygo. Heknowswhatthe fuckhe’s doing!

Theyall backoffand starttocheerhimon. Murphyand

a wallandpullsback,exhausted,foronegoodpunch.Murphy reachesupbehindhis headwithbothhandsandpullstwo bottlesofwine fromawall rack.Heswingsthemtoward eachotherwith Vladdy’sheadasthemid-point.Thebottles haphazardlyconnect,oneoneachsideofhis head.He crumplestothe groundinanexplosionofglassand wine. Thereis shockandsilence.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
Nicelydone,boy!
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INT.MCGINTY’SPUB– NIGHT–A FEWMINUTESLATER

Theyhave IvanCheckovtieddowntothe baronhis stomach. Connorstandswithan unlitcigarettedanglingfromhislips nextto Ivan.HepoursHennesseyalloverCheckov’sbuttocks. Theyall cheer.Ivan’sfaceisbatteredasRoccowakesand approaches.HepunchesCheckovinthefacein completerage. Two friendssubduehimasallchuckle.

CONNOR
Now,like myfinebrothersays,on St. Patty’severyone’sIrish.And thispieceof shitis abouttobe initiated.

As theycheer,Connorlightsuphissmokeand tossesthe matchon Ivan’sbutt.

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The HennesseyisinstantlyablazeandCheckovisscreaming and wigglinginhorror.Somejuststandtherestunned,but mostof theremainingonlookersleaptoIvan’said.They furiouslypathimout andturnon Connor.

FRIEND#1 Are yatryin’takill him,yafuck?

33

INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPT–EARLYNEXTMORNING

ConnorandMurphy,fairlybeatup,sit upon theirbeds. Theywear tatteredbathrobesandboxershorts.Theyput theirfeetdown intotheirleatherboots.Theboysexamine the extentofoneanother’sinjuriesandreflectontheir hangovers.Theybothlaughandgrabtheirheadsin pain. Boom!The doorbreaksopenandin hobblesCheckovandVladdy, gunsdrawn.Checkovisall beatupand theassof hispants is burntout.A bulkybandagecovershisbuttocks.Vladdy has alargebandagearoundhishead.Theboys standin surprise.

IvansmashesConnorinthe foreheadwithhisgun,sending bloodgushingdownhisface ashe fallstothefloor.Murphy helplesslyyellshisbrother’snameasheis broughttohis kneesby Vladdy.IvanpositionsConnoronhiskneesbefore the toilet,whichisopentothe room.Checkovputshis footon Connor’sheadandproceeds,ashestruggles,tohand cuffhim tothe oldtoilet.SonowConnoris bleedingand huggingthecommodewithhishandscuffedbehindthebowl base.

CHECKOV
(AlmostWhispering)
I wasgoingto killyou.ButI’m not…I’m goingtokillyour brother.

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CHECKOV(CONT’D)
I’m goingtotakehim downtothe dumpsterandI’mgoingto shoothim in thehead.ThenI’m goingtothrow his deadbodyinthe garbage.
(Looksat thiswatch)
Trashguysare comingin10 minutes, gottago.

Checkovwalkstowardsthedoorandsays “let’sgo”toVladdy.

MURPHY
It wasjusta barfight.Youguys are fuckin’pussies!

Vladdypullshimto hisfeetand leadshimawayfollowing Checkov.

Connor,bloodrunningfromhisface,listenstoabsolute silenceforjusta moment.Suddenlyhisfacereadsthe gravityofthe situation.Inasplitsecondheturnsinto an animal.He’syelling,pulling,tuggingandgrowling. His bodyisa whirlwindofmotion.Theskinonhis wrists bleedsprofusely.

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37

EXT.ALLEY– MORNING

VladdyandCheckovleadMurphyoutback intothealley. Murphyis onhiskneesnext tothedumpster.Checkovhas his guntothe boy’shead.Heactslike he’sgoingtopull the trigger,buthestops.Vladdyisstandingtwentyfeet awaywith hisbackto themkeepingalookout,gun inhand.

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INT.CONNORAND MURPHY’SAPT.–MORNING

Connorbecomessovenomous,thathepullsthe entiretoilet rightout ofthefloor.

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INT.TO EXT– MACMANUS’TENEMENT–LOADINGDOORS–MORNING

(slo-mo)Connorstepsoutontothesill ofthehuge,open loadingdoors.Heis fivestoriesup.Hismusclesripple withthe weightofthetoilet.Hisface isbarbaric.

42

EXT.ALLEY– MORNING

Fromhis kneelingposition,Murphycanseehisbrotherperched 50 feetoverhead.Hedoesnotlet hisfacebetrayhim.

CHECKOV
I hopeyourconscienceisclear, Irishman.
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EXT.MACMANUS’TENEMENT–LOADINGDOORS–MORNING

(slo-mo)Connorbendshiskneesandheavesthetoiletupward and swingsonearmdirectlybeneathit.Heis nolonger tetheredaroundthebasin.Heholdsit ata cockedangle. The heavyporcelaintankcoverslipsoffthetoilet.

He tossesthetoiletina leftandoutwardlytrajectory, thenhe jumpsoffthe silltothe right.Heissailing throughtheair abouttwentyfeetbehind,andtotheright of thetoilet,cuffedhandsabovehishead,robeup likea

44

EXT.ALLEY– MORNING

(slo-mo)Checkovbeginstolaughheartily.Thetanktop landspristinelyona garbagebagjustbehindMurphy.Ivan’s lookturnsto oneof terror.Bam!Heis crushedbythe toilet.Boom!Hisgun goesoff,punchingaholein the dumpsternearthebottom.Vladdyhearsthebangand crouches as heturnsto seea waveoftiny porcelainbits.

ConnorlandssquarelyonVladdy’sback.Hisgundischarges firinga holeinthe brickofthe opposingwall.Heis

hitsthe wall,landinginthegarbagecompletelyunconscious. Murphytakeshishandsfrom hishead.Thereisdead silence.

He runstohis brother,pullshimfromthetrashandchecks his vitalsigns.Heseemsokay.Vladdy,stillalive,slowly crawlsforhis gun,inadvertentlycoveringhisownbullet casing.Murphygoesover,picksupthe tankcoverandclubs the mantodeathwith twohardandfast blows,thenthrows it upand behindhim.Itlandsin thedumpsterwitha resonatingboom.

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Murphyquicklytakeseverythingfromthescene;guns,money, wallets,watchesandapager.He shovesitin agarbagebag and throwsConnoroverhisshoulderandrunsoutof thealley.

45 BACKTO PRESENT.INT–BOSTONPOLICESTATION– INTERROGATIONROOM–AFTERNOON

examineSmeckerfora reaction.Heslowlybuildstoa chuckle.Thebrothersjoinin.

SMECKER
(Gatheringhimself)
So, howisit thatyouguys arefluent in Russian?
CONNOR
We paidattentioninschool.
SMECKER
Knowany otherlanguages?
MURPHY
Aye.Our motherinsistedonit. French.

MurphyspeaksflawlessFrenchwithsubtitles.

MURPHY(CONT’D)
(subtitled)
How doyouthinkhe figuredallthis out withouttalkingtous?
CONNOR
Italian.

ConnorspeaksflawlessItalianwithsubtitles.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
(subtitled)
I haveno idea.Maybesomeonesaw and talked.
MURPHY
German.
(subtitled)
Not inourneighborhood,man.A

to cops.Period.

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CONNOR
Spanish.
(subtitled)
ThenI guesshe’sjustreal…real good.
SMECKER
Whatare youguysdoingworkingata fuckingmeatpackingplant?

The brotherslaugh.Chaffeyenters.

CHAFFEY
Ah, AgentSmecker,wehaveaproblem.
SMECKER
What?
CHAFFEY
The pressiseverywhereoutside. They’regoingnutsfortheseguys. Whatdo youwantto do?
SMECKER
You’renotbeingcharged.It’sup to you.Do youwantto talkto them?

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CONNOR
Absolutelynot.
MURPHY
No pictures,either.
SMECKER
Well,we couldtrythebag overthe headthing.Walkyou rightoutthe front.
CONNOR
Our mothercanseethroughbags.
MURPHY
Aye,she can.(beat)Anywaywe can stayhere?
CHAFFEY
Sure,we haveanemptyholdingcell, Theycan …can theystay?
SMECKER
Well,we’llhaveto checkwithyour mother,butit’sok withme ifyour friendssleepover.

Theyall chuckle.Chaffeyisembarrassed.Smeckerstands.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Timeto feedthedogs.

Smeckerleaves.

CONNOR
He’sa niceguy.

Murphyspeakswiththecharacteristicgayman’slingering “S”.

MURPHY
Yes…he is.

Theylaugh.

46

EXT.BOSTONPOLICESTATION–FRONTSTEPS– EARLYEVENING

The policechiefisstandingonthefrontstepsof thepolice stationmakingastatementtothe ravenouspress:cameras and pushyreporters.AgentSmeckerstandsslightlybehind him.

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Roccostandsamidstthesea ofreportersasthechiefbegins.

CHIEF
Thisis ourofficialstatement.The MacManusbrothersarenotbeing chargedwitha crime.Itwasa clean- cut caseofselfdefense.Wehave thankedthemfortheircooperation and wethankyou,the media,for yourtirelesspursuitofthetruth.

The pressisablazewithquestions.Smeckerturnsandwalks downthe precinctsteps,passingRocco,whocarriesabunch of foldedclothes,andheadsforthepolicestation.Smecker glancesinRocco’sdirection,barelynoticingthemanwho has alreadypassedhim.

47

INT.MACMANUS’CELLS–EARLYEVENING

Roccoapproachesthewideopencellas ChaffeyandMitchell playcardswith thebrothers.Happytoseeeachotherthe boysand Roccoembrace.Hehandsthemtheirclothes.

48

INT.MACMANUS’CELL– NIGHT

The boysarein atightcellwith abed oneachside.They are intheirownclothesnow.The brothersarefastasleep. Suddenly,theylurchforward,throwingtheirchestsout, lipstight,stillasleep.

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51

INT.POLICESTATIONBATHROOM–NIGHT.

An officerturnsonthefaucetof asinkand beginstowash his hands.Wedodown tothepipesbeneaththeporcelain basin.An oldleakseepswaterthroughacrackin thefloor.

52

INT.MACMANUS’CELL– NIGHT

A waterleakstartsonthe ceiling.Itdripsfasterand faster.Thewaterbeginsto followawaterdamagedcrack alongthe ceiling.Itslowlyspreadsintwodirections.

The brothersstruggleforairintheirsleep.Thenslowly, and atthesame time,theyeachreachupone armapieceand simultaneouslycurltheirhandsasifgrabbingsomething. Theirstrainingfacesarebroughtfromdarknesstolight as theysitup quickly,facetotheceiling.

Theireyesopen wideandtheyeachdraw theirfirstbreath as dropsofthe creepingwaterlandontheirforeheads. Theylook ateachotheracrosstheroom inshockas thedrips of waterstillfallbetweenthem.

CONNOR
Destroyallthatwhichis evil…
MURPHY
… sothat whichisgoodmay flourish

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INT.MANMANUS’CELL– NEXTMORNING

MurphyandConnorsleep.Murphyawakestoa beep,beep, beep.

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He removesCheckov’spagerfromthepocketofhisbathrobe.

56

INT.PRECINCTOFFICE–MORNING

ConnorandMurphyenteras Greenly,Dolly,Duffy,Chaffey and Mitchellarehavingcoffeeanddonuts.Theygreeteach otherwarmly.Connorgrabsapen andwalksto thehallway.

CONNOR
Be rightback…
DUFFY
We wouldbehonored,sir,ifyou wouldjoinus peasants,inadonut.

DuffyhandsMurphya jellydonutanda cupof coffeeasDolly spreadsa copyofthe BostonGlobeinfrontofMurphy.The headlinesread“TheSaintsofSouthBoston.”Allthe

takesthe paper.

MURPHY
Saints? (beat)Iwillnot accept thispizzleuntilmy feethavebeen properlyanointed.

Theylaugh.

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INT.PRECINCTOFFICE–MORNING

Connorcradlesthereceiverofa payphonebetweenhischeek and shoulder.Hepocketsthepager.Asthephonerings,he readieshispen.The otherendof thelinepicksup anda

respondsbyspeakingafew wordsinRussianbeforeherealizes it’sa recordedmessage.Hebeginswriting.Hehangsupthe phoneand smilesashelightsup acigarette.

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60

INT.POPPAJOE YAKAVETTA’SOFFICE–DAY.A.K.A.THEJOKE.

Rocco,stillsportingashiner,entersanoffice.Thereare paperseverywhereanditis aclutteredmessoftelephones, filingcabinets,lampsandchairs.Roccoclutchesabrown paperbag asif itis madeofgold.POPPAJOE YAKAVETTA, Rocco’sboss,ison thephone.He isin hislateforties. He’salwayscomfortablydressed;sleevesrolledup,collar unbuttoned.

in hislatethirties.Hegoesout ofhisway tolooklike Elvis;openshirt,goldchainsandmedallions.Heis overweightandhasa bouffanthairdo,accompaniedbyElvis shades.Vincenzoflipsahalfdollarin hishandconstantly. Roccoand Vincenzohateeachother.Yakavettatalksonthe phone.

VINCENZO
(Hushed)
Well,it’sthe funnyman.Giveit here,packageboy.
ROCCO
(A bitdefiant)
JoeyBevo saiditwas important. SaidI hadto giveit tohimmyself.
VINCENZO
(Snatchingthepackage)
Gimmethe fuckin’thing.Nowsit the fuckdown!

Roccoobeyslikean angrychild.Vincenzoputsitinfront of Yakavetta.Hesitsona filingcabinetandflipshis coin.Vincenzogigglesandwhispersashepokesfun atRocco. The twoofthem resemblekidsbehindtheteacher’sback.

VINCENZO(CONT’D)
(Hushed)
I’m Rocco.I’mthefunnyman.Heee Hee.I’m sofuckin’funny.Hee Hee.

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ROCCO
Fuckyou Vincenzo.
VINCENZO
(Hushed)
Tellme a jokefunnyman.HeeHee.
ROCCO
I caughtyourshowdownat thevelvet roomat theHolidayInn,lovedit whenyou bustedintoVivaLasVegas.

Vincenzo’sfacedropshegetsup andstartswalkingtoward Rocco.Rocpointsat himfroma seatedposition.He’s scared.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Hey,hey, hey…

SuddenlyYakavettajumpstoastandingposition.Heyells.

YAKAVETTA
Fuckyou! Icouldsnapmy fingers and haveyoudeadin fourhours, rottingina truckoffof Boyleston! You insignificantlittlefuck!I alwaysgetmy fuckin’money!

He slamsthephonedown.RoccoandVincenzoareshockedbut try tolookcomposed.

YAKAVETTA(CONT’D)
Fuckin’90’sarekillin’me.I shouldn’tadonethat.You’renot supposedtotella guyyou’regonna killhim anymore.Igottatip-toe throughthetulipswiththese assholes.Iprance.I’ma prancer. It’swhat Ido …suckedall thefun rightout ofthisjob.

As hespeakshe unwrapsthewaxpaperin thebag.Rocco looksoverhis shoulder.It’sasandwich.He’sembarrassed. Vincenzosmirksathim.

ROCCO
PoppaJoe,you wantme togo now?

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YAKAVETTA
Yeah.Thanks,Rocco.Seeya.

Roccostartsforthe door.Vincenzobeginswhisperingin Yakavetta’sear.

YAKAVETTA(CONT’D)
Hey,Rocco,wait.Comeback here.
ROCCO
Yeahboss?

Vincenzocontinueswhisperingforafewmoreseconds,long enoughforRoccoto see.Vincenzo’slipsaretight.His teethgrind.

YAKAVETTA
I alwaysseeyoutalkingto theboys and makingthemlaugh.Theyalways comearoundtellingmewhat acrack up youare.Whatis itthey call you?
ROCCO
(Totallyintimidated)
The …The funnyman.
YAKAVETTA
The funnyman.Well,Igot anew job foryou,justfor now.Roc,I’m havinga realshittyday.I’m depressed.Tellmea funnystoryor a joke.
ROCCO
(Terrified)
Uh. Okay…um…youheartheone aboutthe,no fuckthatone …uh… oh! oh!Well…shit.Okay,there’s a whiteguy.He’swalkin’alongthe beachand hefindsa, apot,y’know and ah,herubs itandthis genie popsout. Butthisgenie,he’sa ni… he’sablackguy.
YAKAVETTA
He’sa nigger.
ROCCO
Yeah.And uh,he’spissedoff.
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ROCCO(CONT’D)
He says,“Whyyoucrackersalways gottafindmy motherfuckin’pot? And hetellshimhe’s gonnagrant all histhreewishesbuthe’sgonna giveall theblackguys…

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VINCENZOANDYAKAVETTA
Niggers!
ROCCO
Sorry!Sorry!Allthe niggerson the planetgetdoublewhathewishes for.“I’lltake amilliondollars,” he says.Geniegiveitto himand sayseveryniggeron earthjustgot two million.“Idon’tcaregimmea yacht.”Poofthereit is.
(intimidated,losing steam)
E-everybl…everyniggerjustgot two yachts.Geniegoes…
(givesup)
I’m sorryPoppaJoe.Ican’t.This jokesucks.

Yakavettatakesalongpause.

YAKAVETTA
Continuethejoke.
ROCCO
(deflated)
He says,“What’syourthirdwish?” and theguyssays,“I-Iwantyou to beatme halfto death.”

There’sa longtensepause.Suddenly,Yakavettathrowshis headback androarswithlaughter.Vincenzojoinsin.Rocco letsout asemi-audiblesignofreliefandgraduallystarts laughinghimself.

YAKAVETTA
(Stillin guffaw)
Verygood stuff,Rocco.Verygood stuff.Tellme anotherone.

Roccoreturnsto terror.Yakavettaeruptsagainpointingat Rocco.

61

INT –COMMONBOSTONHOME– ANTEROOM–TWILIGHT

Connorand MurphygiveahugeIrishmanguns,moneyandgold watches.Hehandsthem twobigblackdufflebagsand motions for themtohelp themselvesashecountsthemoney.They entera wellequippedarsenal.Theyaregiddyastheygo on theirfirstshoppingspree.Theytossin masksandgloves. They tossinfouridenticalblackfinished9mmhandguns with silencers.

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CONNOR
knowwhat weneed,man?...somerope.
MURPHY
For what?
CONNOR
CharlieBronson’salwaysgotrope.
MURPHY
What?
CONNOR
Yeah,theseguysalwaysgot alot of ropestrappedaroundemin themovies and theyalwaysendupusingit.
MURPHY
Oh, you’velostit,haven’tya?
CONNOR
I’m serious.
MURPHY
Me too.That’sstupid.Nameone thingwe’regonnaneedit for.
CONNOR
I don’tknowtheyjustalwaysneed it.
MURPHY
Whatis allthis“they”shit?Thisain’t a movie.

Connorpullsa largehuntingknifefromMurphy’sbag.

CONNOR
Is thatright,Rambo?
MURPHY
All right,getthestupidfuckin’ rope.
62

INT. SMECKER’SBEDROOM–NIGHT

Paul Smeckerliesinbedwithhis younglover,Reuben(mid- twenties).Hehasan innocent,femininelookandaGQair abouthim. Thetwohavejust hadsexand Reubenisfarmore excitedaboutit thanSmecker.

Reubenpantsand gesturesthatitwasa wonderfulexperience. SmeckerwatchesTV.

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Reubenreachesoverandaffectionatelyplacesahandon Smecker’schest.Paultossesitoffwithindifference. Reubenhasa poutylook.Thephonerings.

SMECKER
Uh,huh.(pause)Roomnumber.

Reubenthrowsanarm overSmecker’sabdomenandplaceshis headon Paul’sbarechestasif tonow forceaffection.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
We gota timeofdeath?

He isvisiblymiffedwithReuben’ssuddendisplay.Hetries to pullthearm awaybutReubenholdstight.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
What’sthebody count?(sighs)

Smeckerisannoyed.HeslapsReubensemi-gentlyonceonhis exposedcheek.Reubencloseshiseyesandholdseventighter.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Uh, huh.

He biteshislowerlipin angerandsmackReubenagainon the samecheek,hard.Reubenjumpstoa sittingposition holdinghischeek.He isshockedandhurt.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
I’llbe downtherein abit.Keep the pressout.

He hangsup.ImmediatelytoReuben,semi-angry.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Whatare youdoing?
REUBEN
I wasjusttryingto cuddle.(beat)
SMECKER
Cuddle?...(yelling)Whatafag!
63

INT.PLAZAHOTEL– HALLWAY–NIGHT– 12:30A.M.

Smeckersauntersdownthehall,hisusualconfidentsmile. He isimpeccablydressedinabrightlycoloredsuit.Greenly standsdirectlyoutsideanopendoorat thehall’send.A steadyflowof detectivesandforensicsfilterinandout. SmeckerhaltsbeforeGreenlyandlooksstraightintohis eyes.

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SMECKER
(Intrigued)
He’sstruckagain,hasn’the,Greenly?
GREENLY
Why doyoualwaysdisrespectmelike that?
SMECKER
Respectisearned,Greenly,never given.Guyslikeyou shouldhaveto followme aroundsquabblingforthe scrapsfrommy table.

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65

INT.PLAZAHOTEL– SUITELIVINGROOM– NIGHT

SmeckerandGreenlywalkintoa largesunkenlivingroom withhigh ceilings.Thereisahugewhiteshapedpitcouch in thecenterwithsevendeadbodiesdrapedacrossit.All the bodieshavebeenturnedsotheyare eitherseatedoron theirbacksand brightnewpennieshavebeenplaceintheir eyes.Thereis onecorpsedirectlyinthemiddleof the livingroom,makingeight.Thisvictim(THEFATMAN)is overweightandislyingin debrismadeupof sheetrockand brokenwoodwhichspreadsthinlyfora fivefootradiusaround him.

The victims’bodypositionsareinacirclewiththefat man as thehub.Smeckerisinstantlyengulfed.Theregular homicidedetectivesareonhandwiththeirI.D.shangingout of theirbreastpockets.TheyseeSmeckerandbackoff. Duffywearsan especiallyloudtie.Smeckerlightsupa smoke.He circlesaroundandseesanotherbodybehindthe couch,whichmakesnine.Thevictimis onhis back,with penniesstuckinhis eyes.

SMECKER
How manybodies,Greenly?

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GREENLY
(StillDejected)
Eight.

Smecker’seyeswidenashe turnstoGreenly.

GREENLY(CONT’D)
(CatchingHimself)
No! Shit!Ididn’tseethat one. Nine!Nine!

Smeckertakesa beat.Headdressesthedetectives.

SMECKER
WhileGreenly’sgettingcoffee, anybodyelsewantanything?
GREENLY
Shit!Shit!(as hewalksto the door)

Smeckersurveysthescene.

SMECKER
So Duffy,gotanytheoriestogo withthat…tie.
DUFFY
(LooksDown)
Theseguyswere pros.Ithinkthey werecomingfor onetarget,thefag man,he wasthe…
SMECKER
The whatman?
DUFFY
(Surprised)
The fatman.
SMECKER
Well,Freudwas right.Soyouthink theycame forthefag man,huh?And whatdo youbasethis upon?
DUFFY
He wastheonly onedoneright.Two in thebackof thehead.
SMECKER
And thepennies?

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DUFFY
New hitmanwantstoleavehismark
SMECKER
That’sa possibility.Y’knowyou Bostoncopsare perkingup.That’s two soundtheoriesinoneday,neither of whichdealwithabnormallysized men.(pause)Anotherpossibilityis thatthey wereplacedtherewith religiousintent.

DUFFY

in theeyesof thedead,or silver.

SMECKER
The Greeks.TheItalians.
DUFFY
The Sicilians.
DOLLY
What’sthesymbologythere?

SmeckertossestheIdiotglancetoDolly.

SMECKER
Symbology?Well,nowthatDuffyhas relinquishedhisKingBoneHeadcrown I seewe haveanheir tothethrone. I’m surethewordyou werelooking for wassymbolism.What’sthe symbolismthere?Letmeexplainit to you.InGreekand Romanmythology whenyou diedyouwouldhaveto pay the tolltoCharon,theboatmanwho ferriedyouacrossto thegatesof

cameto atoneforwhatthey didduring theirlives,Detective…

Smeckerlooksathis I.D.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Dollapoppaskalious.

The detectivesareimpressed.

DOLLY(DOLLAPOPPASKALIOUS)
Holyshit.You’rethe firstone that’severgot that.

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SMECKER
(Aside)
Yeah,well… I’man expertinname- ology.

The detectiveschuckle.

66

INT.PLAZAHOTEL– SUITELIVINGROOM– NIGHT

eyesshow emotionateverynewfoundclue.Thedetectives watchclosely.Heis hunchedoverthebodyof thefatman probinghiswoundswithhis glovedfingers.Greenlyhasre- entered.Hedefiantlyholdsacup ofcoffeebutis too

his arms.

SMECKER
I’veseen burnslikethesebefore. Theyused silencers.Lookatthese entryand exitwounds.They’re identical.

He standsupandgivesa lessontothe noweagerdetectives. He pointshistwoindexfingerstothe backofhis ownskull.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
The twobulletswentinhere,through the topofthe skull,criss-crossed and exitedthroughtheeyeballs. Thisone cluetellsusthreedistinct facts.Numberone… Duffy.
DUFFY
Theyshot himata downwardangle.
(makesconnection)Theyputhimon his knees.
SMECKER
Excellent!Numbertwo.Greenly.
GREENLY
Uh. (thinkinghard)Shit,I,uh…
SMECKER
It tellsusthathe wasthe lastto die.All thesemen(fansacrossthe corpseswithhishand)were carrying. Theycame in,droppedallin seconds and thentooktheirtimewithfag man.Didn’tthey,Duffy?!(psychotic laugh)Theysure asfuckdid!

A wide-eyedDuffyjoinswithSmecker,bynoddinghishead. Smeckeris seducingallofthem.

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SMECKER(CONT’D)
And numberthree,Dolly.
DOLLY
Uh… twoshooters!
SMECKER
Fan-fuckin-tastic!

GreenlyandDuffywantto knowhow.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Now staywithme,boys.Whatdid theydo tomake twosuchidentical wounds?Didone guyputhim onhis knees,popa capin, sithimback up and shoothimagainthesameway? No. Twomenof similarheightdropped thisguy down,eachputsomeiron to his headandboom!That’sallshe fuckin’wrote!
DUFFY
Whataboutone guywithtwo guns?
SMECKER
Possible,butunlikely.Theangles are tooextreme.Aguyholdingtwo gunsto thebackof yourheadis

wouldn’tcockouthis elbows,makes no sense.Besides,youtellingme one guycamein hereandkilledeight men witheightextremelywellaimed shotsin justa fewseconds?No way.Had tobe atleasttwo.

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INT. PLAZAHOTEL– SUITELIVINGROOM– NIGHT–LATER

Smeckerisnow acompletemess.Hishair istotallyfrazzled. He issuckingoncigaretteslongandhard.His clothesare completelydisheveled.

SMECKER
Television,…televisionisthe explanationforthis.

Smeckerpointstowardtheceilingrevealingahugegaping holein it justabovethelivingroom.

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SMECKER(CONT’D)
You seethisis badtelevision.
(againpointingouttheholein the ceiling)Thelittleassaultguys creepinginthroughtheventsand comingin throughtheceilings. ThatJamesBond shitneverhappens in reallife.Professionalsdon’t do that.Sowe’vegot thisuphere, whichhas novicewrittenallover it. Andallthisdown herethat’s simplya perfecttextbook assassination.Sohere’sourtwo

amateursthatgotluckyor consummate professionalsthatfuckedup.

The detectivesnodinagreement.Theyarenowcompletely takenin bySmecker’sspell.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Joinme ina drink,gentlemen.

Theygo overandgrab seatsatthebar. Smeckermixeshimself a ginand tonicontheotherside.He iscalmingdownnow and goingbackintocoolmode.He startstotuckhisclothes backin andfix hishair.Heleansover thebarand sips his drink.Thethreedetectivesleanin.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Withthe exceptionofmycoffeeboy, you Bostondetectivesarestarting to showsignsofintelligence.So, I amgoingto makeyouprivyto some informationthatyouwouldnot normallybe.Thesemenare all Russianmob.Notlike thosetwo peonsin thealleytheotherday. Theseguysare allsyndicatebosses and underbosses.Ihaveadossier on everymanin thisroom.Since the IronCurtainhasgonedown,the Russiansyndicateshavestartedto comehere.
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SMECKER(CONT’D)
And inthespiritof Glasnostthe Sovietshaveopenedtheirbordersto the mafia.ButtheItalians,they’re not convincedthatthegroundsin motherRussiaarefertileenoughfor organizedcrimeyet.Sotheyain’t readyto commit. The Russiansarecominghereanyway. Theyare unwelcome.Whatwehave here,gentlemen,ispossiblythe beginningofthefirst internationalmobwar…unlessI’ve totallymissedsomething.

All theirfacesreadthegravityofthe situation.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Now,what isthisgoingto looklike to thosewhodo notknowwhatI just toldyou?
DUFFY
It’sgonnalook likethebadguys are killingeachother.
SMECKER
And istherean American,shitis therea manseatedamongus that hasn’tthoughtaboutitmanytimes, let’sjustput themallon anisland, givethem gunsandletthem kill eachother.Thisis ourwet dream cometrue.You canexpectfederal and locallawenforcementtogoonly deepenoughto satisfythelaw,then buryit fromhereon out.
DOLLY
So, whatdowe donow?
SMECKER
Thatdepends.Youeitherdo your job orgetethical.
68

INT.ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–NIGHT

Roccocomesout ofthe bathroom.Hestormsouttohissmall, round,livingroomtableat whichtheboysare seated.He is wearingawhite,polyestershirtwithgoldtrimthatis a uniformof somekindforperhapsa chainofrestaurants.It is unbuttonedallthewaydownand hiswhitet-shirtis hangingout.He iswearinga nametagthatreads“Jaffar”.

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He isupset.He slamsdownachairacrossfromthe brothers who aresittingtherecleaninggunsandsilencers.Allthe

smokingasthey carefullydisassembletheirfirearms.

ROCCO
Thisbetterbe good.(viciously tieshis hairback)Talk!

The boyslookateach other.

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FLASHBACKEXT.–SIDEWALK– DOWNTOWNBOSTON–NIGHT

The boysarewalkingacrossCopleySquare.Connorlooksat the notehewroteat thepolicestation.Theystandonthe sidewalkandlightsmokes.Theyarein theirregulargarb; thicknavalP-coats,jeansandleatherboots.Theyeach carrya mid-sized,black,dufflebag.Theyareseriousand

street.Theeliteexitand enterthehotel.Connorglances at hispocketwatch.It’s8:45.

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71

INT. PLAZAHOTEL– ELEVATOR–NIGHT

Theyenter.Theylook ahead,stone-faced,astheelevator climbs.

MURPHY
Nervous?
CONNOR
A bit.
MURPHY
Me, too.

The elevatorstopsatthelobbylevel.Nine,well-dressed men enter.Theirfacesarenotshown.Theboysmove tothe backwall.

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One guysayssomethingquicklytoanotherinRussian.The othergivesa onewordRussianresponse.Theyboyslookat eachother.As theelevatorclimbs,theireyesfocus.

The dooropens.Asthemen exittheelevator,eachfaceis seenindividually,allarevictimsfromSmecker’scrimescene. The elevatorgoesuphalfa floor.Theyhitthestopbutton and rummageintheirbags.Theysuitup;blackglovesand blackmasks.Theystrapon four9mm.pistolswithsilencers, in shoulderholsters,oneundereacharm.Connortakesa largecoilof blackropeanddrapesit aroundhimself.He looksat Murphyandatthe ropeinhis bag.Murphyistoo excitedtoargue.

MURPHY(CONT’D)
You andyourfuckingrope.

He putsiton. Theydropto theirknees,makingthesignof the cross.Then,upthroughtheceilingtheygo.

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INT. PLAZAHOTEL– ELEVATORSHAFT–NIGHT

Theystandon topof theelevatorbeforealongair shaft.

CONNOR(SMILING)
See.I toldyou there’dbeashaft.
MURPHY(SMILING)
Justlike onTV.

Theyjump intotheairshaft.

73

INT. PLAZAHOTEL– AIRSHAFT– NIGHT

TheystartcrawlingwithConnorinfrontand Murphybehind.

74

INT. PLAZAHOTEL– SUITE– NIGHT

The plumpbossisstandinginthe middleofthesunkenliving room.His eightRussiancomradesarearoundhimseatedon the U-shapedpitcouch.TheyspeakRussian,butnosubtitles are seen.Thefatman yells.He’smadaboutsomething.

75

INT. PLAZAHOTEL– AIRSHAFT– NIGHT

Connoris takinglotsofrandomturns,leftandright.He is startingtolooka bitconfused.

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INT. PLAZAHOTEL– SUITE– NIGHT

The fatmanis reallyyellingatthemnow.He isscreaming and pointingateachman.

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Theyseem tobe takingitseriously.

77

INT. PLAZAHOTEL– AIRSHAFT– NIGHT

Theirbrowsare drenchedwithsweat.Murphycrawlsupnext to Connor.Thereisonlyenoughroomforthe twoto lieon theirsidesfacingeachother.

MURPHY
Wherethe fuckareyougoing?
CONNOR
We’llfindit. Justcalmdown.
MURPHY
No, fuckyou.Thisropeis bullshit. I’m sweatin’myassoffdraggin’

30 pounds.

Murphytakesoffthe rope.

CONNOR
We’redoingsomeseriousshithere. Now,get ahold ofyourself,asshole.
MURPHY
Asshole!?I’mnotthe rope-totin’ CharlieBronsonwanna-bethat’s getting’uslost!
CONNOR
Sh, sh!Fuckyou!

ConnorgrabsMurphy’sshirt.

MURPHY
No, fuckyou!

The boysgetintoa closequartersbattle.Anoccasional insultis thrownasfeetkickand fistsfly.Theybeginto get tangledintheirownrope.The seamofthe ductbreaks and atangledmessof ropeandMacManusespourout.

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INT. PLAZAHOTEL– SUITE– NIGHT

Theycrashthroughtheceilingrightabovethe fatman’s head.The ropegetscaughtandslamsthe boystoa halt, hangingthemupsidedown,backto backaboutsix

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feetabovethe floor.Theyareturningincircles.The bossis balledupin thefetalpositiononthefloor.The shockedRussianssayonlya wordortwo inpanicbeforethe MacManusbrothersreact,reachingfortheirguns.The Russiansstarttoreachfor theirguns.It’stoolate.The boysdraw andfireas theyspin.Takingfourshotsapiece. Thereare eightdeadRussians.Chestsexplodeastheyfall backon thecouchin aloosecircle.Onevictimsis blasted overthe couch.

Theynoticethe fatmandirectlybeneaththem.Murphygrabs his Ramboknife,reachesupandcutstherope.They landin a heap,scrambleovertothedoomedman andplacehimon his knees.Theyeachput agun tothe backofhis headandrecite thisprayerin perfectunison.

BOTH
And shepherdsweshallbe.Forthee, my Lord,forthee.Powerhath descendedforthfromthyhandthat our feetmayswiftlycarryoutthy command.Sowe shallflowa river forthto theeandteemingwithsouls shallit everbe.E nominipatri, et Filie spiritusancti.

Withthe silencedpopfromtheirgunswecut thesoundand go toblackand white.(Slo-mo)Choralmusicstartswith Latinscriptbeingreadin thebackground.Theytaketheir rosariesout.Theyslowlywalkaround,mumblingprayersas theycare forthedead.Theygentlyturnover thebodies thatwere ontheirstomachs.Theybrushthehairbackfrom the victimsfaces.Theyplacepenniesintheeyesofal the corpses.Whentheyfinishtheirritual,theypulloff theirmasksand lookateachother.Theystartto grinand lookaround.Theyworkeach otherintoahealthychuckle.

CONNOR
(Looksup)
Thatwas somegoodfuckin’rope.

Theyboth laugh.

MURPHY
Thatwas wayeasierthanI thought.
CONNOR
Aye.

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MURPHY
On TVya alwaysgetthatasshole thatjumpsbehindthe couch.
CONNOR
Yeah,and yagottashootat himfor ten minutes.
MURPHY
Oh, we’regoodman.
CONNOR
Yes,we are.

Theyare alreadystridingforasuitcasefullofmoney. Murphypicksup awad ofbills.

MURPHY
I loveournew job.

Justthen,there’sa knockatthe door.Theysnapinto action.Theystandat eachsideofthe doubledoors,looking throughthepeepholes.TheyseeRoccoonthe otherside dressedasa hotelemployee.Hewearsa polyestershirt withgold trimanda nametagthatreadsJaffar.He hasa goodcart infrontof him.

Theylook ateachotherand grin.Murphynods.Asthey openthe door,Murphygrabsthefoodcartand pullsitin. ConnorseizesthemortifiedRoccoandpullshimin, slamming the doorshutbehindhim.Theyrun,dragginghimandthen throwhim inthemidstof thebodies.Theyputtheirguns rightin hisface.

ROCCO
Oh, God!Don’tkillme!We’reon the sameside!Thebossmustasent you inas backup,huh?Oh, shit, please!I’mRocco.I’mthe funny man.
(AlmostCrying)
Theycall methefunnyfuckin’man!

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CONNOR
(Attemptingtohide accent)
Where’syourgun?
ROCCO
Chestpocket.(theytakeit)Shit!
CONNOR
Thisis a six-shooter.
MURPHY
(Hidingaccent)
Ninebodies.
CONNOR
Oh, you’regood.Whatwereyougonna do? Laughthelastthreeto death, funnyman?
ROCCO
PoppaJoe saidtherewasonlytwo. In andout.
(Tryingtomake friends)
Boy,you guyssuredida goodjob. You’regood,huh?Coolmasks. Where’dyouget them?
CONNOR
Let’sdo himrighthere.
MURPHY
Rightnow.
ROCCO
(Screaminglikea baby)
Don’tkill me.Ohshit,pleaseno. I’m Rocco.I’mthefunnyman!… the funnyman…thefunny.

The boysputtheirfacescloseto hisanddemask.Theystart laughingbutRoccojustlays there,wide-eyed,inshock. They boyssauntertothebar.Roccotakesa longbeat.

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ROCCO(CONT’D)
Whatdid youdo?!Fuckin’… what the fuckin’fuck!Whothefuck, fuckedthisfuckin’?fuck.Howdid you twofuckin’, fucks?.........FUCK!!!
CONNOR
Certainlyillustratesthediversity of theword.

The brotherslaugh.

ROCCO
Whatthe fuckareyou doinghere? What,huh!?WHAT?WHAT?WHAT? ANSWERS!IWANT FUCKIN’ANSWERS!
CONNOR
(Slapshisface)
Get aholdof yourself,man.

Roccois silentandsurprised.Murphy,alsosurprised,looks at Rocco.Allisquiet.

MURPHY
Yeah,get aholdof yourself.

jumpson Murphy,cursingandpunching.Thebrothersburst intolaughterasthey subdueRocco.Ashecalmsdown,they releasehim.

CONNOR
Listen,wegottaget outtaherenow. We’lltakeseparateexitsandmeet at Rocco’s.

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Murphyputsthe twosuitcasesinhisdufflebagand thetwo brushby Roccowhois stillunsatisfiedwithhisexplanation.

ROCCO
Fuck!
80

BACKTO PRESENTINT. –ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–NIGHT

Roccohas removedhishoteljacket.

ROCCO
Anybodyyouthinkis evil?
CONNOR
Yes.
ROCCO
Don’tyou thinkthat’salittle psycho?A littleweird?
CONNOR
Weird,huh?… KnowwhatI thinkis weird?Decentmenwithloving familiesgohomeeveryday after work.Theyturn onthenews andsee rapists,murderers,andchild molestersallgettingoutofprison.
MURPHY
Mafiososgettingcaughtwith20kilos and walkin’onbailthesameday.
CONNOR
Littlegirlscatchin’straybullets in theirheads,playin’hopscotchin

thinksthesame thing…Someone shouldjustgo killthose motherfuckers.

MURPHY
Killem all.Admitit,even you’ve thoughtaboutit.

Roccopondersthisas theboyscontinuetocleantheir weapons.

ROCCO
You guysshouldbein everymajor city.

The boyschuckle.Roccosteadilyworkshimselfintoa humorousfrenzy.

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80 CONTINUED:

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Thisis someheavyshit.Thisis likeLone Ranger-heavyman.Fuck it! There’ssomuchshitthatpisses me off.Youguysshouldrecruit ‘causeI amsickand fuckin’tired of walkin’downthestreetwaitin’ for oneoftheseassholestoget me, y’know?
MURPHY
(Chuckling)
Hallelujah,Jaffar.
ROCCO
So you’renotjusttalkin’mobguys. You’retalkin’anyone,right?Even likepimpsand drugdealersandall thatshit?

The boyslookateach otherandnod.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Wellfuck,you guyscoulddothis everyday.
MURPHY
We’relike7-Eleven.Weain’talways doingbusiness,butwe’realways open.
CONNOR
Nicelyput.
81

INT. ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–NIGHT–ONE HOURLATER

The threearepartyinghard.There’sapizzasurroundedby Guinnesscansasthey whoopitup,sittingat theroundtable. Roccowearsone ofthemasks.They’realldrunk.The house cat isloungingonthetablecomfortably.

ROCCO
You fuckin’guys.Youruinedme. I’m fuckin’done.Permanentpackage boy.
MURPHY
Who saysthat?Youcouldtakecredit on it.

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ROCCO
Whatare youserious?
MURPHY
Yeah,fuckit. Ifyou thinkabout it, it’sallyoucan doreally.You can’ttellhim itwas us.Goin braggin’andshit.
CONNOR
Climbthe corporateladder,boy. Don Rocco.
ROCCO
Fuckit! I’mdoingit.I deserve it. I’vebeenworkingforthosefat bastardssinceIwas inhighschool and lookatthisplace.

The boysnodin agreement.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
(Workingintoa frenzy)
They’refuckin’meman!Hey,they can suckmypatheticlittledick. And I’lldipmy nutsinmarinara justso thefat fuckscangeta taste of homewhilethey’reatit.That’s it, it’sdone,I’mdoingit.

Roccoslamshis fistdownonthe tablenexttoMurphy’sgun. The gungoesoffwith abang!and blowstheloungingcat rightoff thetable.Asoftball-sizedholeisblastedin the wallasa largesplatterofbloodspraysthearea surroundingthehole.Everyoneisinshockfor asecond.

MURPHY
I can’tfuckin’believethatjust happened!
82

INT. ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–NEXTMORNING–11:30 A.M.

The threearepassedoutall overtheapartment.Rocco awakens.Hestumblespastthewall withthelarge,round , pinkstainon it.Thereis a crookedpicturehanginginthe middleof it.

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82 CONTINUED:

Roccostaggerstothe kitchenandthrowswaterinhisface overa sinkfulofdirtydishes.Connorawakens,grabshis jacketandfollowsRoccoout.

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EXT. ROCCO’SFRONTSTEPS– CONTINUOUS

CONNOR
(Hungover)
Donna’sgonnabeangryabouther cat.
ROCCO
Shit.She’son everydrugknowto man.She’dhave soldthatthingfor a dimebag.Screwher.(beat)But I dokindafeel likeanass-hole.
CONNOR
(Chuckles)
You soundrealremorseful.

Connorlightsuptwo smokesandhandsoneto Rocco.

ROCCO
She ain’tbeenaroundinweeksanyhow.
CONNOR
(Beat)
Listen.Something’sbeenbothering me aboutlastnight.
ROCCO
What?
CONNOR
Well… whatif yourbossknewhow manyguys weresupposedtobethere … inthat room?
ROCCO
Whatare yousaying?
CONNOR
Thinkaboutit man.Ninemen,six bullets.
ROCCO
You thinktheysoldme out?Noway.

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CONNOR
He probablyknewyou’dendupnailing the fatguy,maybeoneor twomore, but hehadto knowyouweren’twalking out ofthere.Figureitout. Shooter’sdeadonthe scene.Noin- depthinvestigation.It’dslide rightoff hisback.‘Causeasmuch as Ilove ya,you’renotexactlyDon Corleone.Whatwouldhebe losing? A thirty-fiveyearolddeliveryboy?
ROCCO
No, no.That’sjustnotthe way thingsaredone.Besides,how’she knowI don’tjustget intheresee there’stoomanyand justserveem theirfuckin’foodandbeat it?
CONNOR
He knowsyou,man.He knowsallyou wantis tomove up.That’sall.A smoothhitterwouldagoneinthere, seenit wasa washandslippedout. But aguy likeyou?Knowin’thisis youronly chance?Waitin’eighteen years?
ROCCO
No. Noman.That’s… that’s…you don’tknowwhat you’retalkingabout. That’sbullshit.Iknowtheseguys. I mean,thanksforyourconcern,but thatjust ain’tthethingofit.
CONNOR
Do mea favorandrollit aroundfor a biton yourwayin.
ROCCO
No, look.Norolling.Nothingneeds to berolled.

MurphystumblesentersscenewithRoccoandConnor.

MURPHY
(To Rocco)
Whereare yougoin’?
(To Connor)
Did youtellhim?
CONNOR
Yes.

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MURPHY
(To Rocco)
Thenwhat thefuck?
ROCCO
Hey.You don’tknowthatshitfor sure.
MURPHY
Oh, Jesus.You’resuchafuckin’ retard!
ROCCO
Fuckyou!
MURPHY
Use yourbrainforonce.Is itso unbelievabletheydon’tcareabout you?You arefuckin’dead,yougo in theretoday.Dead!
ROCCO
Oh yeah.Youtwofuckin’Micksknow what’sgoingon,huh?
(Flipsthemoff)
Fuckyou!
CONNOR
(Tryingtocalm him)
Hey,this ain’tathingyou should gambleon,Roc.

A girlridesby ona bicycle,theypauseassheridesbetween them.

MURPHY
Fuckit! Whatkindof flowersya wantat yourfuneral?YadumbWop. Thisis thelasttime I’llseeyou. Bye-byeyastupidson ofa bitch.
ROCCO
(WalkingAway)
I’ll bebackat 9:00.
CONNOR
Hey. Yougetin thereandstart gettinga badvibe,getthe fuckout quick.
83

INT. ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–LATEAFTERNOON

Connorpicksup theplaceas Murphywatchest.v.Thephone rings.

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83 CONTINUED:

MURPHY
Hello?
ROCCO(V.O.)
Hey Murph.
MURPHY
Roc.You okay?
ROCCO(V.O.)
Yeah.Anybodycallforme?
MURPHY
No. Yousureyou’reokay?
ROCCO(V.O.)
I’m fuckin’fine.
(beat)
Catchyou ontheflip side.

Roccohangsup. JustthenDONNAandher friendRAYVIEenter the apartment.Theyareconsummatejunkyslutswhoarevery dopedup andgiddy.

DONNA
(tryinghard)
Herekitty,kitty…… kitty.

84 OMITTED

85

INT. SIN BIN– SMALLROOM–NIGHT

Smeckerascendsthethree,smallstepsupto theroundroom. A NUDEDANCERsitsthereon thecouchina robe.Sheis cryingas sheisbeingconsoledbyDetectiveDuffy.This smallroomis wheremenwatchgirlsthrougha largeglass window.

In thisrooma dancerperformsonafloora fewfeetabove the threeprivateboothswhereeachmanwatchesfromhisown booth.Sheappearsas ifon stage.Allthreewindowsare shatteredandthereisbloodon thewallof allthreebooths. We seeassortedbodypartsineachbooth,but nofaces.

DOLLY
(ApproachesSmecker)
She wasinhere whenitwentdown.
SMECKER
Can sheI.D.them?

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DOLLY
Theywere wearingmasks.
SMECKER
Of coursetheywere.Howmany?
DOLLY
Three.

SmeckerlooksatDollysurprised.

DOLLY(CONT’D)
Onlytwo didtheshooting.
(Beat)
So whatareyou thinking,Russian retaliation?
SMECKER
Nah,too quickhalftheir infrastructuregottakenoutatthe Copleyplaza.Besides,ifyou’rea hitter,you’reeitherworkingfor the RussiansortheItalians.There’s no ridingthefence.Ourlittle theoryfromlastnightjust gotblown to shit.Something…newisgoing on here.

Smeckersitsnextto thegirl.He hasCompassion.SheCries.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Probablyshouldn’tworkanothershift for awhile.
DANCER
Fuckthis job.I’mgettingoutof the pornobusinessandIdon’tcare who Igottablowto doit.
86

INT. SIN BIN– SMALLROOM–NIGHT

The bodieshavebeenremovedandchalkoutlinesreplacethem. The bulletholesinthewallshavebeen markedeitherAor B. ThedetectiveswatchSmecker.Heisamess. Hisclothes are disheveledandhishairisfrazzled.

SMECKER
Aftertalkingtothe dancerweknow thattheirmark wastheguy inthe

themwhackhim, shepassesout. (pause)Whythe twoextravictims?

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86 CONTINUED:

GREENLY
Witness?
SMECKER
No waytheycouldhaveseen it.

Smeckerhitsan orangebuttononthewalland ablacksteel doorwith amoneyslotcomesslammingdownin frontofthe firstbooth.He doesthesamethingto thelastbooth, leavingthemiddleoneopen.Both doorspossesspeepholes.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
(Sarcastic)
Allowme toenlightenyougentlemen to theprotocolofthepornoindustry, as I’msureyou’veneverbeenin one of theseplacesbefore.Amangoes intothe booth,putsthemoneyin the slot.
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86 CONTINUED: (2)

SMECKER(CONT’D)
The dancergetsiton theotherside. She hitsthebutton,doorgoesup, now thereisonlyglassbetweenyou and it’s(makesamasturbatorygesture withhand)littlefiremantime.
DUFFY
No waytheycouldhaveseen it?
SMECKER
Thosedoorsweredown…whichmeans this.Theylookeddownin through the peephole,sawtheseguysand openedthedoorsfrom theinside. Pop,pop, pop,rightthroughthe glass.Why?
DOLLY
Maybethe threeofthemhad something in common.
SMECKER
No. Thisguyis bigtime.(points to middlebooth)Thesetwoarestreet- walkingscum.
GREENLY
(Kidding)
Thenthat’swhatthey hadincommon. Theywere allbadguys…now they’re all deadbadguys.

Smeckerseemsside-trackedandponderousatGreenly’s observation.Hehitstheorangebuttonsandraisesthedoors.

SMECKER
We gotanotherthingtothinkabout here.We gotus agenuineKennedy assassinationstylebullettheory. Two gunswereusedhere,gunsA and B. theguyin themiddlewasdone withboth.But thisguy…
(Denotesrightbooth)
…he waskilledwithbulletsfrom gun Aonly.And thisguy…
(Denotesleftbooth)
…gunB only.But ballisticsdug two slugsoutof thewallfromover here wherethevictimwasdonewith A.

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Smeckerpointstotwo bulletholesinthewallof thebooth on theleft.Eachis marked“B”.Hewalksoverto theright boothwherein theexactlocationaretwoidenticalholes marked“A”.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
And it’sthesamestoryoverhere. Why thecrossover?
(beat)
Theories.
DOLLY
That’sjustfuckingweird.Ihave no idea.
DUFFY
Jesus.I justcan’tthinkanymore. Thatsceneover atthecoffeeshop todaytappedme out.
SMECKER
What?
DUFFY
A guywentnuts overoffof

to deathina coffeeshopinbroad daylight.Fledthescene.Don’t havemuch onhim.

SMECKER
(Angry)
Why wasI notinformedofthis?
GREENLY
Theyweren’trelated.Theguyused a 38.No pennies.Totallyamateur.
SMECKER
Who werethevictims?
GREENLY
A coupleofpeonsfor themoband…
SMECKER
(Livid)
Oh that’sjustBEAUTIFUL!Allthe scumbagsinthe quietcityofBoston startdroppingdeadandyou think it’s unrelated?!Greenly,thedayI want theBostonPolicedoingmy thinkingforme, Iwillhave afucking tag onmy toe!
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86 CONTINUED:(4)

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Now,get mea squadcarand getme overthere.I wantthecrimescene photosandany witnessstatements. NOW!

Smeckerstormsfromtheroom.The detectivesbegintofollow. Smeckercomesbarrelingbackin,shovingthemoutofthe way.He looksatthe bulletholesinthewallsmarked“A and B”again.Somethinghasclicked.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
(Wide-eyed)
Oh…itlookslikewe gotus acowboy.
87

INT.LAKEVIEWLUNCH– NIGHT

Smeckersurveysphotosandpapers,ashesmokesprofusely. He standsnexttoa tableinthe backwherechairsareknocked over.Bodychalkand bloodstainsareeverywhere.The detectivesseemliketheydon’twantto bethere,again.

SMECKER
The shooterknewtheseguys,huh?
DOLLY
How doyoufigure?
SMECKER
Friends,Gentlemen.Theywere friends.

Smeckerflashesthemaphotoof a deadbody.Thevictimis shotin theheadand facedownin hisplateoffood.His handsare onthetablein frontofhim.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Theseguyswere packing.Notone handnear agun.It’s simplehuman behavior.Someoneyoudon’tknow approachesyou,youputyourhand on it. Thisguy’sgothishandson the table.He’seatinghisfood,for Christsakes.Theywerefriends.

Smeckerlooksoverthebar.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Thesetwo fuckingscenesarerelated. Too manycoincidences.Sameday? Fivehoursapart?Deadmobsterson bothscenes.Now,why didhe kill the bartender?

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87 CONTINUED:

DUFFY
Crimeof passion.Hejustwentnuts. He wouldhaveshoteveryoneinhere. He justranout ofbullets.
SMECKER
Duffy.Thislooklike afucking postofficeto you?Thisguycame in herewithintent.Maybehedidn’t knowexactlywhathe wasgonnado but hehada prettygoodidea.The bartenderwasn’tafuckingaccident.
DUFFY
Well,we didn’tgetanyhelpon that. A lotof peoplesawit.Nobody’s talking. SMECKER Fuckingfigures.Look,areyouguys seeingthepatternhere?We gotbig questionsatbothof thesecrime scenes,withno answers.WHYdid theykill theguysin theothertwo booths?WHYdid hedo thebartender? It wouldseemunnecessary,even stupid.(angry)God,Ihate cold crimescenes!I’mfuckingleaving now.And dome afavor,tellme whenthe nextguydies,causethese guysare notdoneyet.

He stormstotheentryway.

88

INT. LAKEVIEWLUNCH–ENTRYWAY –NIGHT

Smeckerwalksacrossthestreet,stillangry,andgoesto a payphone.There’sanextremeclose-uponhishandashe putsin a quarter.Asthequarterjinglesin…

89

FLASHBACKEXT. –STREETIN FRONTOFLAKEVIEWLUNCH–DAY

…thereis aclose-upona handpullingbackfromthecoin slot.The handmovesupto pulla cigarettefromits possessor’smouth.ItisRocco.Hedialsthe phone.

MURPHY(V.O)
Hello?
ROCCO
Hey,Murph.

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MURPHY(V.O.)
Roc.You okay?
ROCCO
Yeah.Anybodycallforme?
MURPHY(V.O.)
No. Yousureyou’reokay?
ROCCO
I’m fuckin’fine.
(beat)
Catchyou ontheflip side.

He goesacrossthestreetandentersSalamone’s.

90

INT. ROCCO’SAPARTMENT–DAY

Donnaand Rayviearelayingonthecouch.Connoris spit- shininghisbootsby thewindow.Murphylightshiscigarette on thegasstoveand pourssomesaltin apot ofwaterwith a handfulofpenniesboilingtoa shineinit.Roccobursts throughthedoor,hysterical.Tearsarestreamingdownhis face.

ROCCO
Packyour shit!Wegottagetoutta here!We gottagetout!

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90 CONTINUED:

CONNOR
(hoppingintohis boots)
Whathappened?
ROCCO
I killedem!Oh,Jesus!I killed em all!!
DONNA
Rocco?
MURPHY
Hey,hey. Justcalmdown.Tellus whathappened!
ROCCO
No! Fuckyou!Youstartgetting excited!Wegottafuckinggo!
DONNA
Rocco!
CONNOR
(Packingupgear)
Who didyoukill?
MURPHY
(Packingupgear)
Holyshit.Who? Howmany?
ROCCO
(Rummagingthrough hisdrawers)
Hurrythe fuckup!
MURPHY
Thisis somecrazyshit,man!
ROCCO
Thosecocksuckerssoldmeout!
CONNOR
Did Ifuckin’tellya, Rocco? They pullonyou first?
DONNA
ROCCO!
ROCCO
What didI fuckin’do?…in themiddle of theLakeview.

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CONNOR
Lakeviewthedeli?Oh,shit!
MURPHY
Ha! Ha!Roc,yougot ajumboset of coconutballsman!

DONNA/RAYVIE ROCCO!

ROCCO
(Turnsin rage)
What?
DONNA
(Softly)
Where’smycat?
ROCCO
(slightpause)
I killedyourfuckin’cat,youdruggie bitch!
DONNA
(Shocked,hurt)
You…oh god,why?
ROCCO
I feltit wouldbringclosuretoour relationship!
DONNA
(Crying)
You killedmy…my…

She stops,unsureofthecat’sname.

ROCCO
(Screaming)
Yourwhat?!Yourfuckin’what?!
DONNA
My, my…
ROCCO
(putshis gunto his own head)
Your what,bitch?I’llshootmyself in thehead,you cantellme that cats name!Goahead…Yourwhat? Your preciouslittle…(waitingfor her response)

90 CONTINUED:(3)

DONNA
(Flustered,Crying)
Pee…per…man
ROCCO
Peeperman?WRONG?Whatcolorwas it?!!!
DONNA
It was…Itwas…
ROCCO
Maleor female,bitch?!!
RAYVIE
Don’tyou yellather youfuckin’ prick!
ROCCO
Shutyour fatass,Rayvie!Ican’t buy apackof smokeswithoutrunning intonine guysyoufucked.
DONNA
Don’tyou yellather!

Roccorummagesthroughherpurseandfindshercar keys.

ROCCO
All right,let’sgetthefuckoutta here!

Theyexit.Rayvieand Donnaarehuggingeachother,crying.

RAYVIE
Is my…I meanit’snotreally…?
DONNA
No. No.It’snotfat.
91

INT. CAR –EARLYEVENING

Roccois inthe back.Connorisdriving.

ROCCO
Thoserat fucks!Allofthem were all laughingatmeman!
MURPHY
You sureyoukilledthem?

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92

INT. FLASHBACK–SALAMONE’S–DAY

Roccois standingatthebacktablewhilehis cohortsremain seated.TheyareOLY, andVINNIE.

ROCCO(V.O.)
Fuckin-A-rightIdid.Ihad agoddam turkeyshootoverthere.
VINNIE
I’llbe itwas atest.Vincenzo camein hereshootinghismouthoff. He wasmakin’surewe knew.Butwe did whatweweresupposedto,eh? We keptourmouthsshut.Youdid yourpart.They knowwe’regoodfellas now.We’llget takencareof.
ROCCO
What?Did everyoneknow?Nextthing you’lltellme Salwasin onit.

Roccolooksat Salthebartenderwhoreachesforthephone.

OLY
Fuck.VincenzotoldSalfirst. Thatfat fuckknewbeforewedid.

Theyall startlaughingtogether.

OLY (CONT’D)
At leastwegot ourfunnymanback.

Theyall laughasRoccopullshis gunandshootsOlyin the head.He landsfacedownin hisplateoffood.He shoots Vinniein thechestthenturnson Sal.Heyells“Funny, funny,funny”ashe pumpstheremainingroundsintohim.

93

INT. BCK TOPRESENT–DONNA’SCAR

CONNOR
Anybodyseeya?
ROCCO
Fuck,man!I mayas wellhaveposted flyers.Rightoutin public,man.
MURPHY
Liberatingisn’tit?

93 CONTINUED:

ROCCO
(smilesatlast)
Y’knowit is,a bit.

The boyslaugh.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Stopthe car!

Connorpullsoverdirectlyinfrontof apink neonsignthat saysThe SinBin.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Vincenzo,thatfatmotherfucker, Yakavetta’srighthand.He’sthe one whosetme up.Thenhe went aroundshootinghismouthoff,telling everyoneIwas asgoodas dead.He goesin thereeveryWednesdaynight around10:00,hejerksoff inthe same boothto thesametittydancer. Nevermisses.
MURPHY
So?
ROCCO
So let’skillthemotherfucker.I mean,whatare youguys…likethat’s yournew thingright?
CONNOR
(Looksat Murphy)
Yeah,well…
ROCCO
Oh, whatthefuck?Howdo youguys decidewhoyou’re… I mean,whomakes the cut?Istherea raffleor something?
MURPHY
Well,truthbe known,thosefirst onesjust kindafellintoourlaps.
ROCCO
Well,what’yado?
CONNOR
I guesswe reallydon’thaveasystem of decidingwho.

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ROCCO
(Excited,Yelling)
MEEE!ME! I’mtheguy!I know everyone,theirhabits,wherethey hangout, whotheytalkto. Iknow wheretheyfuckin’live.We could killeveryone!
MURPHY(TOCONNOR)
So whatdoyou think?
CONNOR
I’m strangelycomfortablewithit.

94 OMITTED

95

EXT. ALLEYBEHINDSINBIN –NIGHT

Rocco,ConnorandMurphyarelookingveryseriousasthey smokeoutsidethereardoor,in thealley.A drugdealerin a hoodedBostonBruinsjacketemergesfromtheopposingalley. He stopsa13 year-oldkid.Thekidis scaredasthedrug dealerslapshim.The kidgivehimmoneyand thedrugdealer stuffsa smallbaggieintheboy’sshirt.He letshimgo and withdrawsintothealley.

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95 CONTINUED:

As theboysand Roccowatchthisfromtheopposingalley, theybeginto headforthem,but Vincenzo’scarpullsup acrossthestreet.Roccostopstheboys anddenotesVincenzo. The boysheadinthe frontdoor.Roccomovesbackintothe alley.

96

INT. SIN BIN– NIGHT

Vincenzoentersandshufflespastthebarwherethe brothers stand.He walksthroughabeadcurtainatthe backofthe busypornohouse.The boysfollowhim.

97

INT. SIN BIN– HALLWAY–NIGHT

Theygo tothe back,opentheexitdoor andletRoccoin. The threewinddownlongdarkhallwayswithRoccoleading the wayuntiltheyreacha greendoor.Theboysstand,side by side,directlyinfrontofit. Roccoisjustbehindthem. The threepullidentical9mm.’sandtheboyspullontheir masks.Roccoputson amask thathemadefrom adockworker’s cottonhat.He looksridiculous.

MURPHY
OkayRoc, thisis…

He turnsandis instantlytakenwithlaughteratRocco’s appearance.Connorturns,andhasthesamereaction.

ROCCO
What?You guysgotmasks.

Theyare nowpointingandlaughing.

MURPHY
(ThroughLaughter)
You looklikeMushMouthfromFat Albert.

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97 CONTINUED:

ROCCO
(Takesoffmask)
Fine!Fuckit! Whenwe’redoneshe can I.D.me.I don’tcare.Just tryin’to beprofessional,butno…
CONNOR
(StillLaughing)
No. No.Itlooksgood.C’mon,put it backon.It’sgood.

He begrudginglyputsitbackon.Theyreassumetheir position.

CONNOR(CONT’D)
(ImitatingMushMouth)
OkayRoc. Yousureyou’reO-B-kay-B?
98

INT. SIN BIN– SMALLROOM–NIGHT

Theyburstinto theroom,climbupa fewstepsand arein a smallroundroomwith acouchin it.A toplessdancersits, smokinganddrinkingcoffee,onthecouchin frontofthree big blacksteeldoorswithmoneyslotsinthem.Roccoseizes her,puts ahandover hermouthanda gunto herhead.

ROCCO
Whichone ishe in?

She pointstothemiddledoor.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
What’shisroutine?(takeshishand off hermouth)
DANCER
H..h..hejerksoffin there.Th..then he putsmoneythroughtheslotandI raisethe door.
MURPHY
How?

She pointstoanorangebutton.Eachdoorhas abuttonto the leftofit.

ROCCO
The what?
DANCER
He watchesmedo mythingandf- finisheshimselfoff.

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INT. SIN BIN– CENTERBOOTH–NIGHT

We seethefuzzyreflectionofa cheappornomoviebeing reflectedinVincenzo’sElvisstylesunglasses.Heisshaking as hemasturbates.

VINCENZO
(grunting,muttering)
Don’tyou talktome likethat,you dirtylittle…giveit todaddy…give it tada King…garbagemouth,garbage mouth.
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INT. SIN BIN– SMALLROOM–NIGHT

Roccois lookingthroughthepeepholedownonVincenzo.He stillholdsthe terrified,cryingdancer.

ROCCO
Oh man.Heis somesicko.

Theyback upandfocuson themoneyslot.A hundreddollar billcomesthrough.Connorgivesitto thedancer.

CONNOR
You’veearnedthis.

The boysbegintorecitetheirprayer.Roccoissmilingand excited,hestillhangson tothe nowhyperventilatingdancer. Theypressthe button.Thedoorgoesstraightup.Vincenzo has onemomentofshockbeforetheMacManusesdecimatehim

spidersandbeginsto fallinspots.Hischestexplodes, sputteringmedallionsandbitsofgoldchaininsidethebooth. The dancerfaintsandRoccolaysherdowngently.

The boysstepdownin thebootandbegintheirritual. Roccowatchesintently,intrigued.Theyfinishandturn aroundto seeRoccoisimmersedingrabbingoneof the unconsciousdancer’sbreasts.Theypulluptheirmasks.

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CONNOR(CONT’D)
Whatthe fuckareyou doing?
ROCCO
I – I’lltipher.
MURPHY
We’veteamedup withasex offender.
CONNOR
So, whenareyougettinga plastic fuckdoll?
ROCCO
All right.I’msorry.I’mpathetic.

He getsupand startstossingmoneyonheras theboysgiggle. Justthen twomorebillscomethroughtheslotsof theother two doors,whichhaveremainedclosed.Murphylooksthrough leftpeep hole,Connortheright.Smilesspreadacrosstheir facesand theylookateach other.Theyswitchandeach looksthroughtheotherguy’speephole.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
What?Whatis it?
CONNOR
Thisplaceis likea scumbagyard sale.
MURPHY
We gottacomedownhereoncea week and cleanhouse.

Roccolooksin one.Hesays “Oh,wow”ashe crossesand checksoutthe otherone.

ROCCO
You sureaboutthisguy?

The boyslookateach otheraffirmatively.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Oh man.Yougottalet medo these guys.I’m suchamoron.I gotta makeup forthe titthing.
CONNOR
No way.I’vebeenwaitin’forthis asshole.

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ROCCO
Aw, c’mon.Igottaclearmy family namehere.I’ve broughtshameto the houseofDellaRocco.
MURPHY
Givethe guya shot.
CONNOR
(Thinksitover)
Rocco,thisis therealdeal.We mustkill withouthesitation,without guiltor remorse.Evilman,dead man.

Roccogetsseriousandnods hishead.Connorreplacesthe clipin hisgun andhandsitto Rocco.Murphydoesthesame. He standswithonein eachhand,aimingonegunat eachdoor. The boysbothplacea fingerontheappropriateorange buttons,asRoccoslowlycockshishead back.Withwide eyeshe thrustshisheadforward.Thedoorsflyup. Rocco firesbothguns yelling“Yeah,takeit,takeit!”Boththe drugdealerfromoutsideandthe pimpfromtheemergency roomare destroyed.Roccothencrosseshisarmsandfires two moreshotsfromeachgun.On theopposingwallsofeach boothtwo identicalbulletholesappear.

ROCCO
Wyatt-fuckin’-Earp,man!
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INT. SIN BIN– JUSTOUTSIDETHEPRIVATEBOOTH–MINUTESLATER

Roccoshutsthe door.

ROCCO
You guysgottateachmethatprayer, man.That’ssomegood shit.
CONNOR
Forgetit.It’s afamilyprayer. My father,hisfatherbeforehim thatsort ofshit.

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ROCCO
C’mon!
102

INT. RITZYRESTAURANTBATHROOM–NIGHT

An oldmanappearsto lookathimselfinthe mirrorofan emptybut veryupperclassbathroom.Hiseyesareveryglazed over.He putsa largeleathercaseonthecounternearthe sinks.A redandwhiteblindstickhangsoff hisright forearm.

Yakavettaenters,crossesbehindhimandstandsnexttohim. AUGUSTUS(72years)sniffstheair.A lookof angry realizationovertakeshisface.

AUGUSTUS
Fuckyou.
YAKAVETTA
Hey,Augustus,Ineed yourhelp,I got aseriousproblemhere.I’mnot screwingaround.
AUGUSTUS
I bouncedyouonmy kneeat family reunions,forChristsakes.Your dad andmeran thewholeeastcoast syndicateyousnot-nosedlittleprick. And whenyoutookthe wheel,whowas besideyou?

plate.He setsitdownnext tothesink.Then assorted colognes,cigarettesandchewinggum.Hebeginsarranging themin neatrows,alwaysfeelingwithhisguidinghands.

YAKAVETTA
Hey,I just…
AUGUSTUS
Don’tstartwithyour shit.Don’t you talktome. Oh,heyUncleGussy, thanksforyearsof service.Here’s a goldwatchanda jobsniffingother guys’shiteighthoursa day. Whatam I,a retiredbusdriver?

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YAKAVETTA
I needIl Duce.
AUGUSTUS
The Duke?(beat)Whatdidyoudo?
YAKAVETTA
Thiskid, thispackageboycould bringdownthe wholeeastcoast.If he decidestoturnstateshecould dismantleus…totally.Butitlooks likefor now,he’scontentwithjust killingusone byone.And even worsethe kidisgood atit.I mean I hada prodigyonmy handsthewhole timeand didn’tevenknowit.

Yakavettaputsanenvelopeofmoneyin theplate.

AUGUSTUS
Listenkid,I thinkyoubetter understandwhoyou’redealingwith here.
YAKAVETTA
Yeah.I wasonlytwelveor thirteen whenyou guysusedto talkabout him,like hewasa ghostor something.
AUGUSTUS
Yourdad andI usedhimthreetimes overtwentyyears,onlywhen everythingwenttotallyfucked. Believemekid, youdon’twantthis guy unlessyouare100%sureyou needhim. Heis…a fuckin’monster.
103

INT. PRISONPROCESSINGROOM–DAY

Thisis a giganticthreetieredroomwithguardsonalltiers. Theyall cocktheirshotguns.

A PRISONERisshackledbarefoottoasmallmetalcarton wheels.Hishandsare cuffedbeforehimwitha chainlinking his handsandfeet.A guardispullingthecartthroughthe prisonto theparoleboardroomby alongchain.The cons havetheirmirrorsout togeta betterlook.Hisfaceis in shadowas hebowshis head.

A metalcageis loweredaroundhimfromtheceiling.The paroleboardlookshim over.Astenographersitspoised

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MR. COBB
(Englishaccent)
Do youfeelyou havebeen rehabilitated?

No responseisgivenbythe prisoner.Thestenographerlooks at MR.COBBwho givesherthenod.She beginstypingthough no wordsarespoken.

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INT. RITZYRESTAURANTBATHROOM–DAY

AUGUSTUS
I’vehad thisguyin frontofme, and Icouldn’ttellyouwhathe looks like,soundslike.He isthePicasso of assassins,kid.Heplantshair samples,blood.Putsskinunder fingernails.Heisa fuckinggenius. Onlyone problem.He’sbeenrotting in prisonfortwenty-fiveorthirty years.Don’tevenknowif he’sstill alive.Or ifhe’sevenup toit.

Augustushandshima pieceofpaperhe scribbledon.

YAKAVETTA
There’swaysaroundthat.
AUGUSTUS
Go findone.
105

INT. PAROLEPROCESSINGROOM–DAY

A largepieceofpaperis placedonthe tableandstamped withthe wordsparolegrantedacrossit.

106

INT. HOTELROOM– BOSTON– DAY

The prisoner,IlDuceenters.Heiscladin a longdark trenchcoatwiththe collarpulledup,darkroundglasses and adarkhat. Heputsa suitcaseonthebed.

He walksovertothe window.Heslowlyputshishandoutside and watchesthesunbounceoffit.Tearsbeginto flowfrom beneathhisglassesashe breaksdown.Hebeginsto take off hisclothesashe weeps,castingthemaside.

107

EXT. HOTELROOMFIRE ESCAPE–BACKALLEY– DUSK

The Dukeisfullynaked,exceptfora hotelblanketwhichis wrappedaroundhiswaist,sittingonthefire escape.He smilesandis stillmisty-eyedashebeholdsthesunsetting. Scatteredaroundhimareallthe furnishingsoffreedom; Snickersbars,allkindsof emptycandywrappers,Cokecans, and manyassortedmagazines.

108

INT. COFFEEHOUSE– NIGHT–2:00 A.M.

Roccoand thebrotherssitinan oldBostoncoffeehouse.

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ROCCO
Let’stalksome businesshere.I knowa sickfuck…makestheoneswe beendoinglook likealtarboys. Worstnightof mylifewhen Imet thisguy.
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FLASHBACKEXT. –SUBURBANBEAVERCLEAVER-TYPEHOUSE–DUSK

Roccowaitsin alate modelChevelleinfrontofa white house.A manexitsthehouseand walksacrossthesprawling frontlawn.Roccoleansoverand saysHowya doin’,man? The mandoesn’trespondandsitsinthe passengerseat.

DuringthefollowingscenesweFLASHCUTbetweenbitsof Rocco’sexperiencethatnighttothecoffeehouseandcatch bitsof dialogueasheexplains.

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ROCCO
The guyneversaysa fuckin’wordto me. We’redrivingfor25minutes. Nevera sigh,nothroatclearing, nothing.Andhisface,blankman. Justnothingthere.
110

EXT. DECREPITHOUSE–NIGHT– CONTINUED

FLASHCUT:Theypullupto a houseina scummy,Boston

hoodsmokingas themanmakeshis wayupthe walk.

111

INT. DECREPITHOUSE–CONTINUED

Two toughlookingwiseguyswalkacrossahallwaycocking shotguns.Theydisappearintoaroom.

FLASHCUT:He quietlyentersthehouseandpullsa large bright-blueplastictarpfromhiscoatandspreadsitacross the floorinthehallway.Wehear thesoundofSega video gamesbeingplayed.Hepullsout twopistolswithsilencers and walk.

He disappearsintothelivingroom.Twowhiteflashesand the soundsofsilencers.Ahookerishlookingmomenters framein theB.G.in thekitchen.Sheistalkingon the

walksto thekitchen.Awhiteflashand thesoundsof silencer.

He walksrightdownthehalland haltsrightinfrontof us and listens.Hegoesintotheroomthe wiseguyshadentered. We heara secondofmalevoicesinprotest.Twoflashesof lightand thesoundsofsilencers.Adogis heardbarking. The manreappearsinthehalland walkstoitsend, through the kitchen.Heopensapairof slidingdoorsandstepsout of ourview.A flashofwhitelightand thesoundofa silencer.

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EXT. DECREPITHOUSE–NIGHT– CONTINUED

Roccois outfrontlisteningasthebarksabruptlycease.

116

INT. DECREPITHOUSE–NIGHT– CONTINUED

FLASHCUT:The mandragsa deaddogacrossthekitchenfloor, leavinga streakofblood.FLASHCUT:Hedragsthe bodies of twokids,twomen andthewomandown thehalltowardus leavingthehallcarpetstreakedwithblood.

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ROCCO
I didn’tseewhathe wasdoingwhile he wasin there.

FLASHCUT:The manpullsouta largehuntingknifeand disappearsintoeachroom.Thesoundsofhackingareheard. He reappearsholdingdifferentpiecesofbloodydebris.A telephone,apieceof carpet,piecesofdrywall.Hetakesa mop andcleansoffthebloodon thelinoleumofthe kitchenfloor. He walkstowardusandstabsthe mopin rightbeforecamera. It staysstanding.

FLASHCUT:We seefromhis p.o.v.apileof brokenbodies. bloodydebrisanda deaddogwith amop stickingoutthe top.

117

EXT. DECREPITHOUSE–NIGHT– CONTINUED

FLASHCUT:The manstepsoutsideandmotionsRoccoin.

118

FLASHBACKEXT. –BACKFACTORYLOT– NIGHT

Rocco’sfaceis nowexpressionlessasthetwoloadthelast bodyin thefurnaceandtossthe dogin,unloadingfrom Rocco’strunk.Theyshutthefurnacedoorand thereisjust the lowhumof afurnaceandthe lightwindblowing.

THE MAN
I havea pokergameatthe house everySaturdaywitha coupleofguys you know.Whydon’tyoucomedown? Wifemakesa hellof abar-g-que.
ROCCO
(pause)Yeah…yeah,I’dlikethat. Tellme something.Whatdidthey do?
THE MAN
I don’tknow.
119

BACKTO PRESENTINT. –COFFEEHOUSE– NIGHT

Roccois lookingdowninsilence.

ROCCO
Worstday ofmy life,man.

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MURPHY(PAUSE)
Well,I’m sold.
CONNOR
Don’tworry,Roc.We’lldo thisguy rightand you’llfeelalot better.
120

INT. ROCCO’SMOM’SKITCHEN–NEXTDAY –1:00 P.M.

The threeburstin,allyellingateach other.Theyareall

the gasstoveandslamsa newclothingirondownon the burner.Hehas wrappedthecordaroundthehandlesoit won’tburn.Theyhave allrippedtheirclotheshaphazardly and havemadetourniquetstonursetheirwounds.

CONNOR
Who thefuckwashe, Rocco?Iknow you fuckin’know!
ROCCO
Fuckyou! Itoldyou Ineversaw him before!
MURPHY
Wellhe sureas fuckknewyou!
ROCCO
Fuckyou both!Yaask me,hewas aimingat you!

The scenefadesintototalsilenceastheyviciouslyargue. Theythen taketurnsholdeachotherdownas theycauterize theirwoundswiththe hotiron.Twoguyswill holdathird downand forceawaddedup pillowcaseinhis mouth,asthey burnhim

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EXT. BOSTONSUBURBANBEAVER-CLEAVERTYPEHOUSE–SAMEDAY–

5:00P.M.

Smeckersitson theballsofhis feeon asprawlingfront lawn.He looksoutto thestreetandseesa forensics techniciankneelingbeforeanew,grayFordTaurusriddled withbulletholes.Theman marksasea ofdifferent-sized bulletcasingsthatstretchforthirty-fivefeetdownthe sidewalk.Hecirclestwobloodstainsonthe sidewalkwith orangechalk.

Smeckerturnsandlooksat thefrontof thehouse.Itis pepperedwithbulletholes,allseeminglyconcentratedon

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the frontstooparea.Mentryto liftbloodsamplesoffthe whitepaintaroundthedoor.He standsandDolly,Duffyand Greenlyarereadywithpens andnotebooksbehindhim.

SMECKER
Okay.Here’swhathappened.
122

FLASHBACKINT. –PARKEDFAMILYVAN– SAMEDAY– NOON

Connor,MurphyandRoccositin a parkedvan,downthestreet fromthe BeaverCleaverhouse.Thethreearesittingnext to eachotherinthe longerbackseat.Theyhavea counter in frontofthemwith alltheirgunsandaccessoriesonit. The clickingofbulletsintoclips,andsmackingofclips intoguns areheard.Smeckersitsinthecaptain’schair directlyacrossfromthem,calmlysmokingacigarette.They finishtheirpreparation.Roccoholdsuphisguns.

SMECKER
Theywaitedin aparkedcar downthe streetforthe kidto leave.

Murphyspiesa youngboypeddlinghisbikeoutof the driveway.Hegoesto thefrontof thevan.

MURPHY
Therehe goes.(turnsbacktothem, pullshis guns)Okay,gentlemen. Are wereadyto bringthismaninto the light?Arewereadyto trulydo the workofthe Lord?
CONNOR
A-fuckin’-men!(cockshispistol)
ROCCO
Thisis sofuckin’cool!
123

EXT. SUBURBANBEAVERCLEAVERTYPEHOUSE–DAY

Connor,Murphy,andRoccomakea frenziedexitfromthevan and walkacrossthefrontlawn,eachcarryingablackduffle bag andclutchingamask.Thegarageis openedacrack. Theypull itup alltheway.The sunshinesinon Smecker who standstheresmoking.

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INT. SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–GARAGE–DAY

Theyenterand closethedoorbehindthem

SMECKER
Theywent inthroughthegarage. The kidsayshe leavesitopenwhen he takeshisbikeout.

Theydive intotheirbagsandsuitup withleathergloves, masks,navyP-coatsandtheirguns.

125

INT. SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–DAY

The threeopenthedoorand enterthehouseandwalk deliberatelydownthehallway.

SMECKER(V.O.)
Now,they knowthewifeis thegate keeper.Sheknowsthe code.

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EXT.SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–BACKYARD–DAY

Theywalk withtheterrifiedwomanaroundthepooltoa steel doorpool houseentrance.Thereisanumberpadnextto the door.Roccopositionsherinfrontof it.

ROCCO
Don’tfuckwith melady.I’llkill you.

She slowlypunchesinthenumbers.Smeckerisstandingthere smoking.

SMECKER
The wifesaysshedoesn’tknowwhat happenedaftershehitthe code. She justremembersgoingdown.But, judgingbythe burnmarkon herback, I thinkwhattheydid…

Roccopullsa stungunand zapsherwithit. Shegoesdown.

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SMECKER(CONT’D)
…wasuse astun gunonher.

Connorreachesfortheknob butRoccostopshim.Theywait, gunsdrawnand focusonthe doorknob.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Now theguyknowsa friediscoming to thegame.Andthey knowthat thisdoor canonlybe openedfrom the inside.Sotheywait…andwhen thatdoor opens,man…

The knobturnsandtheykickit in.

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129

INT. POOLHOUSE-DAY

Theyburstin andlineup shouldertoshoulder,gunsaimed. SmeckerstandsbesideRoccowithhisthumbandforefinger extendedtomimicguns.Fivemafiosossitarounda poker tablein frontoftime.Two menareplayingpoolto their left.Roccoquicklyscanstheroom.

ROCCO
All ofthem.

Theybeginfiring.Menare dying,theirchestsexploding. Smeckermoveshishandslikefiringgunsand yellsoverthe noise.

SMECKER
Nobodywasreadyfor it.Devastation, panic!Thiswas likeshootingfish in afuckin’barrel!

Smeckerpointstothe pooltableasthe twoplayersdive underit.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Now theseguysdoveunderthetable. The trajectoryonthebulletsshow theycam fromstraightacross.So thismeansone ofour shooters…droppedtohisknees…

Smeckerdropstohis kneesinperfectsynchronicitywith Rocco.Theyare sidebyside andleaningback.

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Roccofiresand themenunderthe tableskiparoundasthey are riddledwithbullets.Smecker’smimickinghandsfollow him perfectlywitheachshot.TheboysandRoccodemask. Roccogoesaroundto allthebodiesand looksearnestlyat eachone, asConnorandMurphypickup bulletcasings.

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ROCCO
Shit!...Shit!Heain’there.
MURPHY
Whatthe fuckdoyou mean?
ROCCO
I meanhe ain’there.
CONNOR
Lookagainfor fucksake!
ROCCO
I knowwhatthe fuckhelookslike!
SMECKER
Somethingwentwrong.Righthere.
130

INT. POOLHOUSE–BATHROOM–DAY

The mantheycamefor getsoffthetoiletand pullsuphis pants.He isexpressionless.Hepullsatowelrackfrom the wall.

131

INT. POOLHOUSE–DAY

The doorbehindRoccobeginstoopenoutward.Asthedoor swingsopen,Roccotriesto angleagun aroundtoshootthe man whoisopeningit.But assoonas theman seeshishand, bam!he comesdownon itwiththe towelrack.Roccopulls backin paindroppinghisothergunbut thegunfires,as the man’sblowconnects.Theshotpierceshisstomachand sendshim againstthewall.Heholdshisabdomenin pain.

Thereis amomentof recognitionbetweenthemanandRocco. Roccois terrifiedasthemandiveson himandthey begin fighting.Murphyjumpstohelp,butConnorpullshimback. Theyboth standinfrontof thepooltableaboutthirtyfeet fromRocco.

CONNOR
Let theboygo!

He isnow beingchoked,asheglaresat themindisbelief.

MURPHY
C’monRoc!

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SMECKER
Now,one oftheseguysis a real sicko.He knewthisman.He wanted him tosuffer,tofeeleverysecond of apainfuldeath.

As Roccoiswrestlingandpunchingonthefloor.He looks up.

ROCCO
Helpme youassholes!(theycontinue to cheer)He’sgonnafuckin’kill me!
(he fightsharder)
SMECKER
Thisguy isone badmotherfucker.
ROCCO
I don’twannadie!!!!!

Murphyis achingtohelpbutConnoris moresteady.Aman who hasbeenshotstartsto regainconsciousness.Connor turnshis backtoshoothim (slo-mo).Murphyseeshis opportunity,pullsthecueballfromthetable,and rollsit silentlyacrossthecarpettowardRocco.

Connorfireswithhis lefthandandas thecasingejects fromthe gunhe catchesitinmid airandmakesthe signof the cross.Roccoisonhis back,themanis straddlinghim. Theyboth haveeachothersthroatsandaretryingtostrangle one another.Whentheballiswithinarmsreach,Roccoslams his handdownonit andknockshisassailantinthe skull. He straddleshimandbeginstomercilesslybeathisfacein withthe cueball,yelling“Yousickfuck!”

He finallystops,getsup,runstowardtheboys,andthrows an exhaustedpunchatConnorwhojustlaysRocdown onthe pooltableand says,“Nicelydone,boy”.Murphytendsto Roc.Connorchecksoutthe manandseemssurprised.

Murphytakesthebloodycue ballfromRocco’shandand polishesitoff onhisjacket,makingsureConnorcannot see.He replacesitperfectlyonthetable.Smeckernow standsin frontofthetablewith thecueshininginthe background.

SMECKER
I’veneverseen woundslikethese before,butwhateverheusedon this guy,it wasa bluntobjectandthey tookit withthem.

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Smeckerexitstothe leftasGreenlyentersfromtheright, followingSmeckerout.Hewalksbythe tablefuriously scribblinginhisnotebook.Connor,MurphyandRoccoexit the room,penniesintheeyesof allthecorpsesin the background.Roccoholdstwodufflebagsfullofpokermoney. Greenlystops,picksupthe cueballandlooksat thedead man.He shakeshisheadand says,“Nah”.

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EXT. SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–FRONTLAWN–

DAY.

Smeckerstandsinthe middleofthefrontlawn.His hairis a mess.He’schain-smoking.Hisclothesaredisheveled. His eyesarepsychotic.HepointstotheparkedTaurusas six menindark suitsappearina fuzzy,out-of-focusshot. Theyline upshouldertoshoulderonthesidewalk.

SMECKER
Theyexitedout thefrontdoor. And theyhadno fuckingideawhat theywere infor.
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EXT. SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–FRONTLAWN–

DAY

Rocco,ConnorandMurphywalktowardthefrontdoor.

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EXT. SUBURBANK“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–SIDEWALK–DAY

(Slo-mo)Twoblackleatherbootsslowlywalkupthe sidewalk and stopinfrontof thenew,grayFord Taurusthenturn towardthehouse.Il Duceremovesawhiteballoonfilled witha fewouncesof fluidfromthepocketof hisblacktrench coat.He throwsiton thewalk,thebloodsplatters.He picksup theremnantsoftheballoonandputs thembackin his pocketandstandstherewaiting,lookingatthehouse.

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EXT. SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–FRONTSTOOP–

DAY

The boyscomeout,Roccoin themiddleandslightlyaheadof them.Theylook outtothe walk,stunned.

SMECKER
Now theyarestaringatsix guys withguns drawn.Itwasa fucking ambush.

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Our threeheroesstand,theirjawsdroppingastheirpoint of viewrevealstheIlDuce,standingalone,hishandsfolded in frontofhim.

Suddenly,hethrowsopenhistrenchcoatto revealaspecial leathervestbeneath.Sixguns,alldifferent,areholstered on thefrontof it:threeoneach sideextendfromjustbelow his collarbonestohisabdomen.ConnorandMurphydon’t hesitate.Theyeachdrawoneof theirnowunsilencedguns fromtheirshoulderholstersandaim,onearm overeachof Rocco’sshoulders.TheDukedrawshistoptwo weaponsand aims.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
And thiswasa fuckingbombdropping in BeaverCleaverville!Forafew secondsthisplacewasArmageddon! Therewas afirefight!

Theyall startshootingatonce.Thenoiseis deafening. The Taurusisbeingpiercedandthefrontof thehouseis splinteringasitis riddledwithbullets.Smeckerisstill in themiddle,handsraisedtotheheavens,turningcircles. Rocco’spinkyfingergetsshotoff,sendingbloodsplattering againstthehouse.He divesinthebushesreeling.Hepulls a gunand startsfiring.

Murphycatchesabulletin thearmand divesforthebushes as well.IlDucewith lighteningspeed,dropsthegunsand pullsthe nexttwodownas hewalksto hisrightaboutten feet.He commencesfiringandthecasingshitthesidewalk, all differentcalibersandsizesaredroppingdownthewalk.

It’shim andConnorandnobodyis backingdown.Theyboth grindtheirteethas theyfirerapidlyateachother.At the samemoment,TheDukegetshitin thearm andConnor takesa bulletinthe leg.Thefiringceasesfora moment. ConnorremainssteadyandIlDuce looksdownathis armand his ownbloodsplatteredonthesidewalk.

Il DUCE No!...No!No!...

He dropsthegunsand pullsthelasttwoas hemovesto the right.He fireswithwrathashe screamsthewordNoover and over.RoccoandMurphyreturnfirefromthebushes yellingandswearing,asConnordoesthesame fromhis positiononthe stoop.

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The Duketurnsandruns,leavingasea ofcasings,andguns thatextendfor 35feetdownthe walk.Therearealsotwo bloodstains.

In afrenzythe boysandRoccogetup andwithdrawsomespray

bloodstainson thestoopandthe frontofthewhitehouse. Theythen pickuptheirthingsandrun off.

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EXT.SUBURBAN“BEAVERCLEAVER”TYPEHOUSE–FRONTLAWN– DAY

Smeckercomesbackto realityandlightsacigaretteinfront of Dolly,Duffy,andGreenly.

GREENLY
Whatif itwas justoneguy withsix guns?
SMECKER
Why don’tyouletme dothe thinking, huh,genius?

He turnstothe forensicsguysatthefrontofthe houseand beginsto walkovertohim.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Whatis takingsolongwith those bloodsamples?

FORENSICSWOMAN#1 I can’tgeta goodsample.Thereis variablehereI’mnot seeing.

Smeckerputshisfingerthrougha bigbloodstainonthe doorand smellsit.

SMECKER
(In shock,andrage)
Theyused ammonia…noneofthis shitis anygood…Fuck…Youknow whatthis means?!Evenifweget suspectsinthiscase,we got nothing… Nothing!

He startskickingthebushesandtryingtotearthemwith his handsashe rages.Thepoliceandforensicsallback off.

SMECKER(SCREAMING)
Who thefuckarethey?!
(MORE)

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SMECKER(SCREAMING)(CONT’D)

I’veneverseen any-fucking-thing likethis inmy wholefuckinglife. Who thefuckarethey?!!

He backsagainstthebuildingandslidesdowntoa sitting positioninthe bushesasifhe hasgivenup. Heraiseshis headand thereheseesRocco’spinkyfingerlyingundiscovered in thebushes.Hepullsa smallplasticbagfromhispocket and scoopsitup.He shovesitbackintohis pocketand racesoff.

DUFFY
What?That’sit?!
137

INT. ROCCO’SMOM’SKITCHEN–NIGHT

Rocco,Connor,andMurphyaresittingaroundthetable. Theyare numbwithpainand silentlysippingbeers.Suddenly, Smeckercomesonthe newsmakinganannouncementthatheis headingupthe investigationtofindthethreeofthem. Roccoshutsit off.

CONNOR
Shit.
ROCCO
What?(pointstoTV) What,thatguy?
MURPHY
That’stheguy thatgotus offthe hookwith the“Checkov”thing.
CONNOR
And heis onesmartman.
ROCCO
Theygot nothing.
CONNOR
Thisguy isverysharp.If hehasn’t figuredusout yet,hewill.
MURPHY
You betyourasshe will.
ROCCO
Well,I’d saythatmakeshima lia- fuckin-bility.

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The boyslookateach other.

CONNOR
He isn’ttobe touched.
MURPHY
He’sa goodman.
ROCCO
Okay…whatever.
(Lookingatthe bloody mess)
My Mom’sgonnakillme.
138

INT. SMECKER’SBEDROOM–NIGHT

Smeckerissittingat acomputerterminal.Hehasjusthooked intothe F.B.I.’scomputernetworkwithhisauthorization code.He isdisgustedashe putsonsurgicalglovesand fingerprintstheseveredfingerontoa scanner.Hewaits for amoment.Rocco’sfaceandrapsheetcome upon his screen.Heis indisbelief.

SMECKER
No. Thisisall wrong.DavidDella Rocco?

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Roccoon thestepsof thepolicestationwhenRoccobrought the boystheirclothes.

140

BACKTO PRESENTINT. –SMECKER’SBEDROOM–NIGHT

He picksupthe phone.

MARIA(V.O.)
BostonPoliceDepartment.
SMECKER
Yeah.Maria,thisis Smecker. Couldyou findmethe visitor’slist for thedaythe MacManusbrothers werein andreadme allthe names?

She readsafew namesthenhitsDavidDellaRocco.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Okay,thankyou.

He hangsus,putsin asmoke,and knockshisheadbackin deepthought.

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141

INT. GAY BAR– NIGHT

Smeckerisdrinkinglikea fiend.Heis disturbedandrowdy. He’sa baddrunk.He downsashot andmotionsforanother one.The BARTENDERcomesover.

BARTENDER
You’vehadquitea bit,Paul. Are yousureyou…
SMECKER
Pourthe drink,faggot-ass!

He obeys.Agoodlookinggayman comesupand whispersin Smecker’searandpointsto thebackroom.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Okay… ButI don’tcuddle.

Theyproceedto theback.Smeckerisstumbling.

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EXT. STREETIN FRONTOFCHURCH– EARLYMORNING

RoccopullsVincenzo’scartothe curbandtheMacManus’ exit.

ROCCO
Hey!We gottatalkaboutthisearly morningchurchshit.
MURPHY
We havetogo now.
(giggles)
We’reon thelamb.
142

EXT. STREETIN FRONTOFTHEGAY BAR– EARLYMORNING

Smeckerstaggersoutofthe bar.Heis anabsolutewreck. Roccoexitsa packagestorejustdownthestreet.Heis openinga newpackof cigarettes.Heissurprisedwhenhe seesSmeckerat theotherendof theblock.Hefollowsthe stumblingagent,fumblingforhisgun.

142A

EXT. STREETIN FRONTOFCHURCH– EARLYMORNING

Paulsees achurchandreflectsfora momentbeforecrossing the streetandgoingin,Roccoa safedistancebehind.

143

INT. CHURCH– EARLYMORNING

ConnorandMurphyare atprayerinthe backofthe church. It ismostlyemptybecauseofthe earlyhour.

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Connorlooksup andseesSmeckerandRoccowayup inthe front.Hiseyes areablaze.Heis upandwalkinganddoes not botherMurphy,whoremainspenitent.Therearetwo confessionalboothswithapriestboothinthemiddle.

Smeckergoesin theboothonthe farleft.Roccotriesthe door,it’slocked.A middle-agedPRIESTslipsakeyinthe priestsboothandopensthe door.Roccoshoveshiminand goesin behindhim.Connorhasquickenedhispace.Hetries bothdoors.They’relocked.Hegoesintothe confessional on theright.

144

INT. CHURCH– PRIEST’SBOOTH–EARLYMORNING

Roccoputshis gunto thepriest’shead.

ROCCO
You gonnadowhatI say,gotit?

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PRIEST

Yes.

ROCCO
I’m sorryyou’regonnahaftasee this.Don’tlookat me!
PRIEST
I’m sorry,I’msorry.Ididn’tsee.
ROCCO
Shutup! Shutthefuckup!
145

INT. CHURCH– CONNOR’SCONFESSIONAL–EARLYMORNING

Connoris furiouslyworkinghisfingersthroughthelattice workto openthesliderto thepriest’sboothfromhisside.

146

INT. CHURCH– PRIEST’SBOOTH–EARLYMORNING

Roccotakesthe priestandputshisfacein frontofthe sliderto Smecker’sbooth,guntothebackof hishead.

PRIEST
Don’tdo thismyson.
ROCCO
Openit!
PRIEST
Haveyou nofearof God?
ROCCO
That’swhoI’m doingthisfor,now openthe fuckin’thing.

Connorgetsthe slideropen.Rocco’slonghairhangsjust inchesfromConnor’sface.Connorputshisthumband forefingerthrough,desperatelyreachingforalockofRocco’s hair.Roccojostlesthepriestandputs thegunhardto his head.

ROCCO(CONT’D)
Father,I’lldo yourighthere.
PRIEST
(Slowlyobey, whispering)
God havemercyonmy soul.

Roccostartsto movethepriestasideandput hisgunto Smecker’snowopenslider.

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146 CONTINUED:

Justthen Connorsnagsapieceof Rocco’shairandpullshim backhard andfastby it,untilhisheadslamsinto the latticework.Roccograbsthepriestbackintoposition. Connorgrabsa nicewadof Rocco’shairwithhislefthand, so thatthesideof Rocco’sfaceisnow pressedtothe lattice.Connorthenputsa guntoRocco’shead.

CONNOR
(Hardwhisper)
You littlefuck.Lethimgo.I’ll dropyou righthere.
ROCCO
Okay,justcalm down.Hecouldhurt us, brother.Hecouldruinthewhole thing.
CONNOR
Let himgoor I willdeliveryou, rightnow.(pullshammerback)
ROCCO
You won’tdoit Connor,youwon’t. You lovememan.
147

INT. CURCHCONFESSIONALBOOTHS–EARLYMORNING

Smeckerwakesupfrom adrunkenstupor.Helooksthrough the sliderwindowatthebarelydiscerniblefaceofthenow cryingpriest.

SMECKER
(Slurred,loud)
Hello?Youthere?
PRIEST
Y-Yesmy son.
ROCCO
(Whispers)
Do yourthingFather.Don’tfuck thisup.
PRIEST
(WhisperingtoRocco)
Whatdo youwantme to say?
ROCCO
Justbe natural,goddamit.
PRIEST
How longsinceyourlastconfession, my son?

147 CONTINUED:

SMECKER
Oh, Christ,uh,I’veneverconfessed.

The priestcanhearConnorandRoccowhisper,butSmecker cannot.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Accordingtothedogmaof theCatholic church,I shouldprobablyburstinto flamesrightherein thisbooth. But I’vecomehereforadvice,not salvation.

ConnorandRoccostop andlistennow.

PRIEST
Why haveyoucometo achurchfor councilifyou’renot religious?
SMECKER
(Ponderous)
Why haveIcome toa church?Inever havebefore.I guessIjust …felt I should.
PRIEST
Whatis itmy son?
SMECKER
It’sethics.I putevilmen behind bars,but thelawhas milesofred tapeand loopholesforthese… cocksuckerstoslipthrough.I’ve foundout therearethesetwoyoung men whofixthe situationwithan ironfist.As ifthey haveGod’s

wrongand Ishouldarrestthem… technically.

PRIEST
God’spermission?Goddoesn’t…

Roccoshakesthepriest.

SMECKER
But inthisday andageI believe whatthey dois …necessary.Ifeel it is… correct.
PRIEST
You believe?

147 CONTINUED:(3)

SMECKER
Yes.
PRIEST
You feel?
SMECKER
Yes.
PRIEST
You feel?
PRIEST
A soulis whatgivesyoufeelings. Happiness,guilt,rightorwrong. It isa conduitthroughwhichthe Lordspeaksto us.Youfelt that youranswerswouldbe hereinthe houseof Godtoday.Youfeelthese men arenecessary.TheLordhas spokento youtwicethisday.

Roccoand Connorshowtheirindividuallooksofsurprise.

SMECKER
(Sarcastically)
Has henow?
PRIEST
You haveenteredthehouseofthe Lordof yourownfree willspeaking of beliefsandfeelings.Isitso muchto believethatGodhasbrought you here?
SMECKER
I guessnot.
PRIEST
It iseasyto besarcasticabout religion.Itis hardertotakesmall hintsfromGod, yourfeelingsand listento them…to takea stand.

The lookofsurpriseonRoccoand Connor’sfacesshowthat the priestisdoinga hellofa job.

SMECKER
You’reright.
PRIEST
Thosewho donot actarein aconstant stateof ethicalindecision.

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147 CONTINUED:(3)

SMECKER
I wantto standforwhatI believe in, father.
PRIEST
Thenyou mustfindoutwhat your beliefsare.
SMECKER
I believetheseyoungmenareright.
PRIEST
You knowthempersonally?
SMECKER
Yes.
PRIEST
Do youthinktheywouldharman innocentman,forany reason?
SMECKER
No. Theywouldneverdothat.

The prieststartstoshowsignsofangeras hestartsturning to Rocco.

SMECKER(CONT’D)
Well,the twoIrishguyswouldn’t. But theItalianguy,hemight.He’s kindof anidiot.

Fearreturnsto thepriestsface.Roccopressesthegun hardto thepriestsheadandjostleshim.

ROCCO
(Whisperstopriest)
Goddamright,I am.
SMECKER
I’m beginningtosee.I’vebeen doingmy job… wellforfifteenyears and it’sjustnotenough.Allthe thingsI wishI coulddo,theseguys are doing.Millionsofdollarsin tax payers’moneywastedonshit like wiretapsandsurveillance. Thesesboysgo inand takecareof it for thepriceof abullet. (looks up) W-WhatdoyouthinkI shoulddo? BecauseI’ma lawman.

Roccojostlesthepriestagain.

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147 CONTINUED: (4)

PRIEST
The lawsofGod arehigherthanthe lawsof man.
SMECKER
(thecloudshavelifted)
Yes!Yes! Iwas thinkingthat,too. No. Iwas feelingit.AllI needed was tohearyou sayit!Amen!I’ll helpthem.
PRIEST
(Whispers)
Forgivemefather.
SMECKER
Thankyou,Father,thankyou.
(he attemptsthesign of thecrossbut screwsitup)
Whatever.Goodbye,amen.

Smeckerexitsandtheyall letgo afterabriefpause.Rocco turnsand startsfixingupthepriest’sruffledsuit.

ROCCO
I wouldn’thave,uh,killedyou, Father.(signscross)DominusOminus. Remember,you’rebound.Youcan’t talkaboutthis …to anyone.
PRIEST
Justgo!
148

INT. CHURCH– EARLYMORNING

Roccoexitsthe boothandshutsthedoor behindhim.Connor is standingoutside,handsonhiships.Roccosmilesathim as Connorfumes.

ROCCO
(Giggling)
The Lordworksinmysteriousways.

Connorslapshim intheback ofthehead andkickshimin the ass.Rocco’sstillgigglingastheyexit.

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149

INT. PHONEBOOTH– UPTOWN–LATER

SMECKER
That’sallyou cangiveme?
150

INT. PHONEBOOTH– DOWNTOWN–CONTINUOUS

We shootalternatingcoveragebetweenthetwolocations.

CONNOR
Well,the lightcaughtthesideof his facefora second.Anditlooked likehe hada graybeard,maybe… late fifties,earlysixties.
SMECKER
So you’retellingmeitwas oneguy withsix guns?A-andhewas asenior fuckingcitizen?
CONNOR
I thinkit’sbetterifwe findthis man beforehefindsusagain.
SMECKER
I’llsee whatI cando.How doI get intouchwithyou?
CONNOR
We’regoingto hitPoppaJoetonight, rightin thecomfortofhis ownhome. Thenwe moveon toNewYork.It’s gettinga bithotfor ushere.
SMECKER
Be careful.
CONNOR
I’llcall youtonight,afterwards.
(hangsup)
151

INT. RITZYRESTAURANTBATHROOM–NIGHT

SmeckerstandsbesideAugustus,justthewayYakavettadid.

AUGUSTUS
I don’tknowwhohe is.Nobodydoes.

Smeckertossesanenvelopeofcashin hisplate,justas Yakavettadid.

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SMECKER
Whatdid hebringhim infor?
AUGUSTUS
Neededan outsider.Thepackageboy knowseveryone.He’dspotourhitters a mileaway.
SMECKER
Justfor him?
AUGUSTUS
Wellhe’s theoneshootingupall his guys,right?He’sscaredofthe kid.Says he’srealgood,gotevery availableguninthe cityupthere.
SMECKER
Up where?
AUGUSTUS
Up hishouse.I don’tknowwhat’s goingon butI knowit’sgottahave somethingtodo withthiskid.
SMECKER
Oh fuck! (runsout)
152

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTHALL–NIGHT

Thereare severalbodiesinthehall,somewithpenniesin theireyes,somewithout.Downthedark basementhallsthere is moregore.Theboysand Roccocanbe heardscreaming froma roomin thebasement.Yakavetta’svoiceisheard yellingandin command.

153

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTROOM–NIGHT

Connor,Murphy,andRoccoareall handcuffedtochairsin the seatedposition.Theirclothesarerippedandtheyhave

uncuffedandtwomen holdhisopenhand upas Yakavettaputs a pistolatthe baseofhis remainingpinkyfinger.Several otherholdhim downashe andthe boysscreamintough protest.

YAKAVETTA
(Yelling)
You gonnatellmewhat’sgoingon here?!Huh!You littlefuck!Gimme someanswers!

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Theyall yellforhim tofuckoff.AlthoughRoccois terrified,heisholdingout.YakavettafiresandRocco’s fingeris gone.ThebloodsplattersonConnor’sface.Rocco screamsinpain sayingfuckyouthroughhissobs.Afterre- cuffingRocco,Yakavettaandhisgoonsexit.

154

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTHALL–NIGHT

Yakavettaisin thehallwithfourmen. GENO(35yrs.)very big.CHAPPY(22 yrs.)wearssunglasseseveninthedark, tryingto lookcool.HOJO(28yrs.)is slickandgood-looking. AnotherMafiosocohortiswiththemas well.

YAKAVETTA
Whatdo youguysthink?
GENO
They’retough.Noway they’regonna talk.
HOJO
I knowRocco.Heain’tsmartenough for thisshit.Theseotherguysare the brains.He’sjustaplayer.
YAKAVETTA
There’sonlyoneway toget themto talk.
155

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTROOM–NIGHT

He walksbackintotheroom.He sauntersuptoRoccovery nonchalantlyandshootshiminthechest.His chairisblown backto thefloor.Theboys arescreamingandcryingas Yakavettawalksout.

ROCCO(STRUGGLESTOTALK)
You guys?
CONNOR(CRYING)
We’reherebrother.
ROCCO
You gottakeepgoing.
MURPHY(SOBBING)
We’llkeepgoing,Roc.
ROCCO
You’llmakeit outtahere.Youcan’t everstop,not ever.

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As Roccodies,theyfallintoprayer.

156

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–FRONTFOYER– NIGHT

Yakavettalightsupa cigarandtalkstohis men.

CHAPPY
Onceyou sethimin motion,youcan’t callhim off.Hethinksit’sstill on.

Yakavettastopsasif terrifiedwithathought.

YAKAVETTA
Oh JesusChrist!
HOJO
What?I…
YAKAVETTA
Hey,I don’thavemy namespray paintedonthe frontofthishouse. Thereare nobigpicturesofme anywhere.Ifthisguy thinksthe job isstilla gothenI gotgreen moneysaysthe motherfucker’sout in thebushesalready.I’mfucking gone!I’m leavingyouguystodeal withthis.

The fourguysareleftalone.Theyall lookfarfrom confidentexceptforGeno.

GENO
One fuckingguy,sowhat.
HOJO
Why don’tyoutakethefront.(points) You guyscoverthoseotherexitsand if youseehim, don’tflaghimdown, justkill themotherfucker.I’m goingbackdown toworkon these pricks.

157 OMITTED

158

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTROOM–NIGHT

Murphyhasscootchedhischairin frontofConnor’s.Hehas his backtoConnor.

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He stretcheshisneckoverandbitesat thecollarofhis p- coat.He gathersasmuchof thematerialinhismouthas he can.He startstoyell,“Do it!”butit ismuffled.

Connor,stillsobbing,beginstokickhisbrother’slefthand repeatedly.Heturnsitintoa bloodypieceofbrokenmeat as Murphyscreamsthroughtheshirt.Finally,itisbroken enoughandMurphypullsit throughthecuff.

He standsandbreaksthechairintopiecesandgrabsthe

stickup throughthebottomofhischin intohishead.He dragshim aroundtheroomyellingmumbojumbointohisface as Connorjumpsupanddown inhischairin rage,wantinga pieceof theaction.

Murphythrowstheman downandConnorproceedstoviciously kickhis deadbody.Thetwo haveturnedintobarbarians. Murphyremovestheman’stwoguns,shinynickel-plated45s.

159

INT. YAKAVETTA’SFRONTFOYER–NIGHT

Thereis aknockat thedoor.Genojumpswith frightand thenlooksout thepeephole.He seesa well-formedpairof woman’sbreastsina cheapdress.Heopensthedoor.A stunningblondestandsbeforehim.Shelookslikea hooker. She wearsashort,hotpink dressanda whitescarfaround her neck,aswellas sixinchplatformheels.

SMECKERASWOMAN
JoeyBevo sentmeover.As entertainment.

The womanspeaksanditis apparentthatthisisactually Smeckerindrag.

GENO
Listenbaby.Tonightain’tthenight for thisshit.(beat)Bevo’sso great.Alwayssendingushotgirls.
SMECKER
You looklikeyoucoulduse aquickie.

Smeckerkisseshimfullon thelipsand rubsupagainsthim. Genois convinced.Hebringsherinside.

GENO
Hey,Chappy!

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CHAPPY
(Chappy,emergesway downthe hall)
Whatthe fuck?
GENO
I ain’tbeenlaidin aweek.Take fiveminutes.
CHAPPY
If Idie causeyou’regettingapiece of ass,I’llcomebackand beatyou to deathwitha bigrubberdick.
GENO
Don’tworryaboutit.
160

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–NIGHT

He takesSmeckerintoasmallbathroomadjoiningthefoyer. Theyare instantlyinthethrowsofpassion.Theygrope eachotherand Smeckercleverlyavoidsanycontactwithhis crotch.Smeckerliesdownonthe floorandstartstowiggle and seductivelytouchhimself.Genostandsoverhim, straddlingSmecker’shipsasheundoeshispants.Suddenly, Smeckergrabsbothof Geno’sanklesandhashimlocked in position.HerepeatedlykicksGenointheballsfromhis lyingpositiononthe floor.Theguyfallson hisback unconscious.Smeckerusesasilencer,shootshiminthe head.

161

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–HALL– NIGHT

He startstowhisper,“It’sonnow.It’son now.Toofar.” as hewalksdownthe hall,stridinginhishighheels,wig backin place.HethoughtlesslyblowsChappyawayashe passeshispositionandrunsdown alonghallway.Heturns a cornerandpointshisgun attheMafiosocohortbutpauses. He isalreadysittingwithhisthroatcut.Smeckerlooks puzzledasIl Ducewithdrawsfromtheshadowsbehindhim. The DukepistolwhipsSmecker.He’sout.

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163

INT. YAKAVETTA’SHOUSE–BASEMENTROOM–NIGHT

ConnorandMurphyare ontheirkneesin frontofRocco,whom theyhave satbackup inthechair.Theyare gentlyplacing penniesinhis eyeandsobbingas theybegintorecitethe prayer.Asthey speak,IlDucewatches.Hethenbeginsto

up perfectly.Heleansagainstthewall,holstershisguns, and withdrawsacigarette.

He rollsitalonghis tongueandtwistsitintohis lips. The boysarestillrecitingashe strikesamatch.They reactinstantly.Stillkneelingtheyeachpointanickel- plated45 towardTheDuke.Theyturnin timetosee the lightfromthe matchilluminatehisface.IlDucepauses thenhe stridesintotheroomand proceedstorecitethe lasthalf oftheprayer.

He stopsbetweenthekneelingboysandfinishesoffthe prayer.Theboysare stunnedastheyrealizethisistheir father.Hemakesthe signofthe crossoverRocco.Thenhe looksdownto theupturnedfacesofhis sons.Heplacesa handon eachof theircheeks.

164

INT. CHEAPBOSTONHOTELROOM– NIGHT– 3MONTHSLATER

Bothsleepingboysthrowtheirarmsout,mimickingacrucified Christ.Theirfatherturns,seesthis,turnsback.

The boyswakewitha start.Connorlookstohisfather,who is alreadystaringathim.

CONNOR
How fararewe goingwiththis,Da?
FATHER
The questionsisnot,“howfar?”The questionis,“Doyou possessthe constitution,thedepthoffaithto go asfar asis needed?”

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169

INT. COURTHOUSE–BACKFOYERAREA– MORNING

Smeckeropensthedoorfrom theinsideandletsthe MacManus fatherandsons in.Hewalksone waytheywalkthe other throughthegrandcourthousehalls.

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171

INT. COURTROOM–MORNING

The media,withtheircamerasandnotebooks,areattheback of thecourtroom.Yakavettaistestifyingonthestand.He is cocky.ThejudgewarnsYakavettathathewillhaveno moreof thisbehaviorinhiscourtroom.

MEDIAMAN 1(WHISPERINGTO#2)
Lookat hischarisma.He’sthenext JohnGotti.
MEDIAMAN 2
He’llwalk.Evenwith allthis evidence.
MEDIAMAN 1
Look.(pointstothe leftandright sectionsofcourtroomseating)All Yakavetta’speopleareontheright. All thefamiliesofthemen hehas killedareon theleft.Everyone wantssomejustice.
MEDIAMAN 2
Lookat him.He doesn’thaveacare in theworld.He’sgonnawalk.
172

INT. FOYERTO COURTROOM–DAY

The MacManususstandinthefoyer.Thereareapair ofdoors thatgo tothe outsidehallwayandapairthatgo tothe

the courtroom,infrontofthedoors.

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172 CONTINUED

The dooropensacrackand Connorwavestheguardintothe foyerand startstalkingtohim.Thendadzapshim witha stungun. Theguardison thefloor,incapacitatedand droolingasthe boyshandcuffhim.

Connorpullsouta lengthofchainand drapesitthroughthe doorhandlesthatleadfrom thehallintothe foyer.He locksthemin witha padlock.

FATHER
How longdotheseput aman down for?
MURPHY
Ten minutes.

The fatherzapstheincapacitatedmanasecondtimeashe lay.

FATHER
Twentyis abit better.

Theysuit up,ConnorandMurphyintheirusualmasksand gloves,Dadis alreadyinhisusualdarkhat andglasses.

The boysstartforthecourtroomdoorbutdad gentlyholds themback.He takesa moment,thenslowlyremoveshishat and glasses.Hissonslookatone anotherandthenremove theirmasks.Thethreelook intoeachotherseyesfora moment.

173

INT. COURTROOM–DAY

JUDGE
Due tothelack ofhardevidence…… The threeburstin,gunsdrawn,andare walkingdownthe aisle.
FATHER
All mediatotheback!Drop the cameras!Drop‘em!

Terrified,theyallobey.ConnorandMurphypullYakavetta fromthe witnessboothbyhishairand placehimon hisknees justbeforethe judge’sbench.Theyfacehimtowardthe occupantsofthecourtroom.Thefatherwalksupand motions for thejudge,whois nowbanginghisgavelandshoutingin protest,tocomeoff thestand.

As soonashe iswithinarmsreach,dad takeshimbythe collaranddragshim downtheaisleall thewayto wherethe mediastandsin horror.Heturnsandwalksbackdown theaisle.

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173 CONTINUED:

FATHER(LOUDLY)
You peoplehavebeenchosentoreveal our existencetotheworld.You willwitnesswhathappensheretoday and youwilltellof itafterwards. All eyestothe front.
YAKAVETTA(LOOKINGTOHISCOMRADES)
Fuckin’dosomething!

The fatherkeepsthemcovered.Hepassesthefront,helooks and seesaVIRGINAL-LOOKINGWOMANwithherheaddowncrying intoher hands.Sheison theleftside.He gentlytilts her chinforward,hereyesfixatedona fadedbluebutterfly on thebackof hishand.

FATHER(WHISPERS)
You mustwatchdear.It’llallbe oversoon.(she obeys)

The fathertakesoutaflask.He pourstheboozeon the judgesbenchandset itablaze.Firealarmsstarttosound. ConnorandMurphyjumpup onthe lawyers’tables.Murphyon the prosecutionside,Connoronthedefense.Thefatherhas his sawed-offtothebackofYakavetta’shead.

CONNOR(YELLINGOVERTHEALARM)
Now,you willreceiveus.
MURPHY(YELLINGOVERTHEALARM)
We donot askforyourpoor oryour hungry.
CONNOR
We donot wantyourtiredandsick.
MURPHY
It isyourcorruptwe claim.
CONNOR
It isyourevil,who willbesought by us.
MURPHY
Witheverybreathwe shallhuntthem down.
CONNOR
Eachday wewillspill theirblood tillit rainsdownfromthe skies.

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173 CONTINUED: (2)

MURPHY
Do notkill,do notrape,donot

everyman ofeveryfaithcanembrace.

CONNOR
Theseare notpolitesuggestions. Theyare codesofbehaviorandthose thatignorethemwill paythedearest cost.
(pointstoYakavetta)
MURPHY
Thereare varyingdegreesofevil. We urgeyoulesserformsof filth
(pointingtoYakavetta’speople)not to pushtheboundsandcrossover intotrue corruption…intoour domain.
CONNOR
For ifyoudo, therewillcomethe day whenyoulookbehindyouand see we three.Andonthat dayyouwill reapit.
MURPHY
And wewillsendyou towhateverGod you wish.

ConnorandMurphyjumpoff thetable.TheyapproachYakavetta and standoneithersideof theirfather.Allthreemen holdguns tohishead andrecitetheprayer.Astheyspeak, the rightsideofthe courtroomscreamsinprotest.The leftwatchesin wide-eyedterror,althoughsomemenencourage themto doit. TheMacManus’readtheprayer.Theydonot falteras theflamesragebehindthem.

Yakavetta,acceptinghisfate,closinghiseyes.Peacefully, he doesthesignof thecross.Theall fireat once.The roomexplodesinconfusion.Thethreeexitthe back.

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INT. LONGCEMENTHALLWAY– SUBLEVELOFCOURTHOUSE

The MacManusesareallshackledandinbluejumpsuitsofthe

is infulluniformwitha shotgunbehindthem.Smeckeris leadingtheprisonersdownthehall.He flasheshisF.B.I. identificationtoeverycopheencounters.

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INT. COURTHOUSEINSIDEGRANDEFOYERSTEPS–DAY

The mediaisin afrenzy.Littlebitsofthe storyareknown. The peoplefromtheleftandrightsidesof thecourtroom are yellingandpushingeachotherascamerasandmicrophones try topickup thenews.Finallyallthefocuscomesto the virginalwomanwhohadbeen sittinginthefrontrow.All lights,camerasandmicrophonesareonher.

REPORTER2(V.O.)
Yes!Were youinthe courtroommiss? Did yousee?
WOMAN(FRAIL)
Yes.I wasthere.
REPORTER(V.O.)
How doyoufeel aboutwhattheydid?

(Slo-mo)Sheseesat thegrandehall’sendSmeckerleading the threeout,bagsstillovertheirheads.SheseesDad’s butterflytattoo.Sheknows.

WOMAN
I guessweall knowwhatis right and wrong.Weallknow.Nobody needsto beconvincedofwhathe was …I’m goinghomenowto havemy firstrealfull night’ssleep.

The peoplewhohadbeenon Yakavetta’ssideofthecourtroom threatenherandforcetheirway throughthecrowdtoward her,thus causingthetwosidestofight.Everyone,even reportersareinit. Thecameratiltsupendingon thestatue of theBlindLadyof Justice.Fadeout.