The Boondock Saints Page #12

CONNOR:

Spanish.

(subtitled)

Then I guess he's just real... real

good.

SMECKER:

What are you guys doing working at a

f***ing meat packing plant?

The brothers laugh. Chaffey enters.

CHAFFEY:

Ah, Agent Smecker, we have a problem.

SMECKER:

What?

CHAFFEY:

The press is everywhere outside.

They're going nuts for these guys.

What do you want to do?

SMECKER:

You're not being charged. It's up to

you. Do you want to talk to them?

CONNOR:

Absolutely not.

MURPHY:

No pictures, either.

SMECKER:

Well, we could try the bag over the

head thing. Walk you right out the

front.

CONNOR:

Our mother can see through bags.

MURPHY:

Aye, she can.

(beat)

Any way we can stay here?

CHAFFEY:

Sure, we have an empty holding cell,

They can... can they stay?

SMECKER:

Well, we'll have to check with your

mother, but it's ok with me if your

friends sleep over.

They all chuckle. Chaffey is embarrassed. Smecker stands.

SMECKER:

Time to feed the dogs.

Smecker leaves.

CONNOR:

He's a nice guy.

Murphy speaks with the characteristic gay man's lingering

"S".

MURPHY:

Yes... he is.

They laugh.

EXT. BOSTON POLICE STATION FRONT STEPS EARLY EVENING

The police chief is standing on the front steps of the police

station making a statement to the ravenous press: cameras

and pushy reporters. Agent Smecker stands slightly behind

him.

Rocco stands amidst the sea of reporters as the chief begins.

CHIEF:

This is our official statement. The

MacManus brothers are not being

charged with a crime. It was a clean-

cut case of self defense. We have

thanked them for their cooperation

and we thank you, the media, for

your tireless pursuit of the truth.

The press is ablaze with questions. Smecker turns and walks

down the precinct steps, passing Rocco, who carries a bunch

of folded clothes, and heads for the police station. Smecker

glances in Rocco's direction, barely noticing the man who

has already passed him.

INT. MACMANUS' CELLS EARLY EVENING

Rocco approaches the wide open cell as Chaffey and Mitchell

play cards with the brothers. Happy to see each other the

boys and Rocco embrace. He hands them their clothes.

INT. MACMANUS' CELL NIGHT

The boys are in a tight cell with a bed on each side. They

are in their own clothes now. The brothers are fast asleep.

Suddenly, they lurch forward, throwing their chests out,

lips tight, still asleep.

INT. POLICE STATION BATHROOM NIGHT.

An officer turns on the faucet of a sink and begins to wash

his hands. We go down to the pipes beneath the porcelain

basin. An old leak seeps water through a crack in the floor.

INT. MACMANUS' CELL NIGHT

A water leak starts on the ceiling. It drips faster and

faster. The water begins to follow a water damaged crack

along the ceiling. It slowly spreads in two directions.

The brothers struggle for air in their sleep. Then slowly,

and at the same time, they each reach up one arm apiece and

simultaneously curl their hands as if grabbing something.

Their straining faces are brought from darkness to light as

they sit up quickly, face to the ceiling.

Their eyes open wide and they each draw their first breath

as drops of the creeping water land on their foreheads.

They look at each other across the room in shock as the drips

of water still fall between them.

CONNOR:

Destroy all that which is evil...

MURPHY:

...so that which is good may flourish

INT. MANMANUS' CELL NEXT MORNING

Murphy and Connor sleep. Murphy awakes to a beep, beep, beep.

He removes Checkov's pager from the pocket of his bathrobe.

INT. PRECINCT OFFICE MORNING

Connor and Murphy enter as Greenly, Dolly, Duffy, Chaffey

and Mitchell are having coffee and donuts. They greet each

other warmly. Connor grabs a pen and walks to the hallway.

CONNOR:

Be right back...

DUFFY:

We would be honored, sir, if you

would join us peasants, in a donut.

Duffy hands Murphy a jelly donut and a cup of coffee as Dolly

spreads a copy of the Boston Globe in front of Murphy. The

headlines read "The Saints of South Boston." All the

detectives chuckle as Murphy is momentarily absorbed. He

takes the paper.

MURPHY:

Saints?

(beat)

I will not accept this pizzle until

my feet have been properly anointed.

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