The Boondock Saints Page #11

Ivan smashes Connor in the forehead with his gun, sending

blood gushing down his face as he falls to the floor. Murphy

helplessly yells his brother's name as he is brought to his

knees by Vladdy. Ivan positions Connor on his knees before

the toilet, which is open to the room. Checkov puts his foot

on Connor's head and proceeds, as he struggles, to hand cuff

him to the old toilet. So now Connor is bleeding and hugging

the commode with his hands cuffed behind the bowl base.

CHECKOV:

(almost whispering)

I was going to kill you. But I'm

not... I'm going to kill your brother.

I'm going to take him down to the

dumpster and I'm going to shoot him

in the head. Then I'm going to throw

his dead body in the garbage.

(looks at this watch)

Trash guys are coming in 10 minutes,

gotta go.

Checkov walks towards the door and says "let's go" to Vladdy.

MURPHY:

It was just a bar fight. You guys

are f***in' pussies!

Vladdy pulls him to his feet and leads him away following

Checkov.

Connor, blood running from his face, listens to absolute

silence for just a moment. Suddenly his face reads the gravity

of the situation. In a split second he turns into an animal.

He's yelling, pulling, tugging and growling.

His body is a whirlwind of motion. The skin on his wrists

bleeds profusely.

EXT. ALLEY MORNING

Vladdy and Checkov lead Murphy out back into the alley.

Murphy is on his knees next to the dumpster. Checkov has his

gun to the boy's head. He acts like he's going to pull the

trigger, but he stops. Vladdy is standing twenty feet away

with his back to them keeping a look out, gun in hand.

INT. CONNOR AND MURPHY'S APT. MORNING

Connor becomes so venomous, that he pulls the entire toilet

right out of the floor.

INT. TO EXT. MACMANUS' TENEMENT LOADING DOORS MORNING

(slo-mo) Connor steps out onto the sill of the huge, open

loading doors. He is five stories up. His muscles ripple

with the weight of the toilet. His face is barbaric.

EXT. ALLEY MORNING

From his kneeling position, Murphy can see his brother perched

50 feet overhead. He does not let his face betray him.

CHECKOV:

I hope your conscience is clear,

Irishman.

EXT. MACMANUS' TENEMENT LOADING DOORS MORNING

(slo-mo) Connor bends his knees and heaves the toilet upward

and swings one arm directly beneath it. He is no longer

tethered around the basin. He holds it at a cocked angle.

The heavy porcelain tank cover slips off the toilet.

He tosses the toilet in a left and outwardly trajectory,

then he jumps off the sill to the right. He is sailing through

the air about twenty feet behind, and to the right of the

toilet, cuffed hands above his head, robe up like a cape

behind him. Murphy screams

EXT. ALLEY MORNING

(slo-mo) Checkov begins to laugh heartily. The tank top lands

pristinely on a garbage bag just behind Murphy. Ivan's look

turns to one of terror. Bam! He is crushed by the toilet.

Boom! His gun goes off, punching a hole in the dumpster near

the bottom. Vladdy hears the bang and crouches as he turns

to see a wave of tiny porcelain bits.

Connor lands squarely on Vladdy's back. His gun discharges

firing a hole in the brick of the opposing wall. He is

savagely crushed against the ground. Connor bounces off and

hits the wall, landing in the garbage completely unconscious.

Murphy takes his hands from his head. There is dead silence.

He runs to his brother, pulls him from the trash and checks

his vital signs. He seems okay. Vladdy, still alive, slowly

crawls for his gun, inadvertently covering his own bullet

casing. Murphy goes over, picks up the tank cover and clubs

the man to death with two hard and fast blows, then throws

it up and behind him. It lands in the dumpster with a

resonating boom.

Murphy quickly takes everything from the scene; guns, money,

wallets, watches and a pager. He shoves it in a garbage bag

and throws Connor over his shoulder and runs out of the alley.

BACK TO PRESENT. INT. BOSTON POLICE STATION INTERROGATION

ROOM AFTERNOON:

Smecker stares astounded at Connor and Murphy. The boys

examine Smecker for a reaction. He slowly builds to a chuckle.

The brothers join in.

SMECKER:

(gathering himself)

So, how is it that you guys are fluent

in Russian?

CONNOR:

We paid attention in school.

SMECKER:

Know any other languages?

MURPHY:

Aye. Our mother insisted on it.

French.

Murphy speaks flawless French with subtitles.

MURPHY:

(subtitled)

How do you think he figured all this

out without talking to us?

CONNOR:

Italian.

Connor speaks flawless Italian with subtitles.

CONNOR:

(subtitled)

I have no idea. Maybe someone saw

and talked.

MURPHY:

German.

(subtitled)

Not in our neighborhood, man. A

hundred percent Irish. No one talks

to cops. Period.

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