The Boondock Saints Page #21

ROCCO:

(walking away)

I'll be back at 9:00.

CONNOR:

Hey. You get in there and start

getting a bad vibe, get the f*** out

quick.

INT. ROCCO'S APARTMENT LATE AFTERNOON

Connor picks up the place as Murphy watches t.v. The phone

rings.

MURPHY:

Hello?

ROCCO (V.O.)

Hey Murph.

MURPHY:

Roc. You okay?

ROCCO (V.O.)

Yeah. Anybody call for me?

MURPHY:

No. You sure you're okay?

ROCCO (V.O.)

I'm f***in' fine.

(beat)

Catch you on the flip side.

Rocco hangs up. Just then DONNA and her friend RAYVIE enter

the apartment. They are consummate junky sluts who are very

doped up and giddy.

DONNA:

(trying hard)

Here kitty, kitty...... kitty.

INT. SIN BIN SMALL ROOM NIGHT

Smecker ascends the three, small steps up to the round room.

A NUDE DANCER sits there on the couch in a robe. She is crying

as she is being consoled by Detective Duffy. This small room

is where men watch girls through a large glass window.

In this room a dancer performs on a floor a few feet above

the three private booths where each man watches from his own

booth. She appears as if on stage. All three windows are

shattered and there is blood on the wall of all three booths.

We see assorted body parts in each booth, but no faces.

DOLLY:

(approaches Smecker)

She was in here when it went down.

SMECKER:

Can she I.D. them?

DOLLY:

They were wearing masks.

SMECKER:

Of course they were. How many?

DOLLY:

Three.

Smecker looks at Dolly surprised.

DOLLY:

Only two did the shooting.

(beat)

So what are you thinking, Russian

retaliation?

SMECKER:

Nah, too quick half their

infrastructure got taken out at the

Copley plaza. Besides, if you're a

hitter, you're either working for

the Russians or the Italians. There's

no riding the fence. Our little theory

from last night just got blown to

sh*t. Something... new is going on

here.

Smecker sits next to the girl. He has Compassion. She Cries.

SMECKER:

Probably shouldn't work another shift

for awhile.

DANCER:

F*** this job. I'm getting out of

the porno business and I don't care

who I gotta blow to do it.

INT. SIN BIN SMALL ROOM NIGHT

The bodies have been removed and chalk outlines replace them.

The bullet holes in the walls have been marked either A or

B. The detectives watch Smecker. He is a mess. His clothes

are disheveled and his hair is frazzled.

SMECKER:

After talking to the dancer we know

that their mark was the guy in the

middle booth. After she watches them

whack him, she passes out.

(pause)

Why the two extra victims?

GREENLY:

Witness?

SMECKER:

No way they could have seen it.

Smecker hits an orange button on the wall and a black steel

door with a money slot comes slamming down in front of the

first booth. He does the same thing to the last booth, leaving

the middle one open. Both doors possess peep holes.

SMECKER:

(sarcastic)

Allow me to enlighten you gentlemen

to the protocol of the porno industry,

as I'm sure you've never been in one

of these places before. A man goes

into the booth, puts the money in

the slot. The dancer gets it on the

other side. She hits the button,

door goes up, now there is only glass

between you and it's

(makes a masturbatory

gesture with hand)

little fireman time.

DUFFY:

No way they could have seen it?

SMECKER:

Those doors were down... which means

this. They looked down in through

the peep hole, saw these guys and

opened the doors from the inside.

Pop, pop, pop, right through the

glass. Why?

DOLLY:

Maybe the three of them had something

in common.

SMECKER:

No. This guy is big time.

(points to middle

booth)

These two are street-walking scum.

GREENLY:

(kidding)

Then that's what they had in common.

They were all bad guys... now they're

all dead bad guys.

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