The Boondock Saints Page #14

VINCENZO AND YAKAVETTA

N*ggers!

ROCCO:

Sorry! Sorry! All the n*ggers on the

planet get double what he wishes

for. "I'll take a million dollars,"

he says. Genie give it to him and

says every n*gger on earth just got

two million. "I don't care gimme a

yacht." Poof there it is.

(intimidated, losing

steam)

E-every bl... every n*gger just got

two yachts. Genie goes...

(gives up)

I'm sorry Poppa Joe. I can't. This

joke sucks.

Yakavetta takes a long pause.

YAKAVETTA:

Continue the joke.

ROCCO:

(deflated)

He says, "What's your third wish?"

And the guys says, "I-I want you to

beat me half to death."

There's a long tense pause. Suddenly, Yakavetta throws his

head back and roars with laughter. Vincenzo joins in. Rocco

lets out a semi-audible sign of relief and gradually starts

laughing himself.

YAKAVETTA:

(still in guffaw)

Very good stuff, Rocco. Very good

stuff. Tell me another one.

Rocco returns to terror. Yakavetta erupts again pointing at

Rocco.

INT COMMON BOSTON HOME ANTEROOM TWILIGHT

Connor and Murphy give a huge Irishman guns, money and gold

watches. He hands them two big black duffle bags and motions

for them to help themselves as he counts the money. They

enter a well equipped arsenal. They are giddy as they go on

their first shopping spree. They toss in masks and gloves.

They toss in four identical black finished 9mm handguns with

silencers.

CONNOR:

Know what we need, man?... some rope.

MURPHY:

For what?

CONNOR:

Charlie Bronson's always got rope.

MURPHY:

What?

CONNOR:

Yeah, these guys always got a lot of

rope strapped around em in the movies

and they always end up using it.

MURPHY:

Oh, you've lost it, haven't ya?

CONNOR:

I'm serious.

MURPHY:

Me too. That's stupid. Name one thing

we're gonna need it for.

CONNOR:

I don't know they just always need

it.

MURPHY:

What is all this "they" sh*t? This

ain't a movie.

Connor pulls a large hunting knife from Murphy's bag.

CONNOR:

Is that right, Rambo?

MURPHY:

All right, get the stupid f***in'

rope.

INT. SMECKER'S BEDROOM NIGHT

Paul Smecker lies in bed with his young lover, Reuben (mid-

twenties). He has an innocent, feminine look and a GQ air

about him. The two have just had sex and Reuben is far more

excited about it than Smecker.

Reuben pants and gestures that it was a wonderful experience.

Smecker watches TV.

Reuben reaches over and affectionately places a hand on

Smecker's chest. Paul tosses it off with indifference.

Reuben has a pouty look. The phone rings.

SMECKER:

Uh,huh.

(pause)

Room number.

Reuben throws an arm over Smecker's abdomen and places his

head on Paul's bare chest as if to now force affection.

SMECKER:

We got a time of death?

He is visibly miffed with Reuben's sudden display. He tries

to pull the arm away but Reuben holds tight.

SMECKER:

(sighs)

What's the body count?

Smecker is annoyed. He slaps Reuben semi-gently once on his

exposed cheek. Reuben closes his eyes and holds even tighter.

SMECKER:

Uh, huh.

He bites his lower lip in anger and smack Reuben again on

the same cheek, hard. Reuben jumps to a sitting position

holding his cheek. He is shocked and hurt.

SMECKER:

I'll be down there in a bit. Keep

the press out.

He hangs up. Immediately to Reuben, semi-angry.

SMECKER:

What are you doing?

REUBEN:

(beat)

I was just trying to cuddle.

SMECKER:

Cuddle?...

(yelling)

What a fag!

INT. PLAZA HOTEL HALLWAY NIGHT 12:30 A.M.

Smecker saunters down the hall, his usual confident smile.

He is impeccably dressed in a brightly colored suit. Greenly

stands directly outside an open door at the hall's end. A

steady flow of detectives and forensics filter in and out.

Smecker halts before Greenly and looks straight into his

eyes.

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