The Boondock Saints Page #17

All their faces read the gravity of the situation.

SMECKER:

Now, what is this going to look like

to those who do not know what I just

told you?

DUFFY:

It's gonna look like the bad guys

are killing each other.

SMECKER:

And is there an American, sh*t is

there a man seated among us that

hasn't thought about it many times,

let's just put them all on an island,

give them guns and let them kill

each other. This is our wet dream

come true. You can expect federal

and local law enforcement to go only

deep enough to satisfy the law, then

bury it from here on out.

DOLLY:

So, what do we do now?

SMECKER:

That depends. You either do your job

or get ethical.

INT. ROCCO'S APARTMENT NIGHT

Rocco comes out of the bathroom. He storms out to his small,

round, living room table at which the boys are seated. He is

wearing a white, polyester shirt with gold trim that is a

uniform of some kind for perhaps a chain of restaurants. It

is unbuttoned all the way down and his white t-shirt is

hanging out. He is wearing a name tag that reads "Jaffar".

He is upset. He slams down a chair across from the brothers

who are sitting there cleaning guns and silencers. All the

accouterments of death are sprawled before them. They are

smoking as they carefully disassemble their firearms.

ROCCO:

This better be good.

(viciously ties his

hair back)

Talk!

The boys look at each other.

FLASHBACK EXT. SIDEWALK DOWNTOWN BOSTON NIGHT

The boys are walking across Copley Square. Connor looks at

the note he wrote at the police station. They stand on the

sidewalk and light smokes. They are in their regular garb;

thick naval P-coats, jeans and leather boots. They each carry

a mid-sized, black, duffle bag. They are serious and business-

like. They scan the Plaza Hotel from across the street. The

elite exit and enter the hotel. Connor glances at his pocket

watch. It's 8:
45.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL ELEVATOR NIGHT

They enter. They look ahead, stone-faced, as the elevator

climbs.

MURPHY:

Nervous?

CONNOR:

A bit.

MURPHY:

Me, too.

The elevator stops at the lobby level. Nine, well-dressed

men enter. Their faces are not shown. The boys move to the

back wall.

One guy says something quickly to another in Russian. The

other gives a one word Russian response. They boys look at

each other. As the elevator climbs, their eyes focus.

The door opens. As the men exit the elevator, each face is

seen individually, all are victims from Smecker's crime scene.

The elevator goes up half a floor. They hit the stop button

and rummage in their bags. They suit up; black gloves and

black masks. They strap on four 9mm. pistols with silencers,

in shoulder holsters, one under each arm. Connor takes a

large coil of black rope and drapes it around himself. He

looks at Murphy and at the rope in his bag. Murphy is too

excited to argue.

MURPHY:

You and your f***ing rope.

He puts it on. They drop to their knees, making the sign of

the cross. Then, up through the ceiling they go.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL ELEVATOR SHAFT NIGHT

They stand on top of the elevator before a long air shaft.

CONNOR:

(smiling)

See. I told you there'd be a shaft.

MURPHY:

(smiling)

Just like on TV.

They jump into the air shaft.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL AIR SHAFT NIGHT

They start crawling with Connor in front and Murphy behind.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL SUITE NIGHT

The plump boss is standing in the middle of the sunken living

room.

His eight Russian comrades are around him seated on the U-

shaped pit couch. They speak Russian, but no subtitles are

seen. The fat man yells. He's mad about something.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL AIR SHAFT NIGHT

Connor is taking lots of random turns, left and right. He is

starting to look a bit confused.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL SUITE NIGHT

The fat man is really yelling at them now. He is screaming

and pointing at each man.

They seem to be taking it seriously.

INT. PLAZA HOTEL AIR SHAFT NIGHT

Their brows are drenched with sweat. Murphy crawls up next

to Connor. There is only enough room for the two to lie on

their sides facing each other.

MURPHY:

Where the f*** are you going?

CONNOR:

We'll find it. Just calm down.

MURPHY:

No, f*** you. This rope is bullshit.

I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin'

this stupid thing around. Must weigh

30 pounds.

Murphy takes off the rope.

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