The Boondock Saints Page #23

He storms to the entry way.

INT. LAKEVIEW LUNCH ENTRY WAY NIGHT

Smecker walks across the street, still angry, and goes to a

payphone. There's an extreme close-up on his hand as he puts

in a quarter. As the quarter jingles in...

FLASHBACK EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF LAKEVIEW LUNCH DAY

...there is a close-up on a hand pulling back from the coin

slot. The hand moves up to pull a cigarette from its

possessor's mouth. It is Rocco. He dials the phone.

MURPHY (V.O.)

Hello?

ROCCO:

Hey, Murph.

MURPHY (V.O.)

Roc. You okay?

ROCCO:

Yeah. Anybody call for me?

MURPHY (V.O.)

No. You sure you're okay?

ROCCO:

I'm f***in' fine.

(beat)

Catch you on the flip side.

He goes across the street and enters Salamone's.

INT. ROCCO'S APARTMENT DAY

Donna and Rayvie are laying on the couch. Connor is spit-

shining his boots by the window. Murphy lights his cigarette

on the gas stove and pours some salt in a pot of water with

a handful of pennies boiling to a shine in it. Rocco bursts

through the door, hysterical. Tears are streaming down his

face.

ROCCO:

Pack your sh*t! We gotta get outta

here! We gotta get out!

CONNOR:

(hopping into his

boots)

What happened?

ROCCO:

I killed em! Oh, Jesus! I killed em

all!!

DONNA:

Rocco?

MURPHY:

Hey, hey. Just calm down. Tell us

what happened!

ROCCO:

No! F*** you! You start getting

excited! We gotta f***ing go!

DONNA:

Rocco!

CONNOR:

(packing up gear)

Who did you kill?

MURPHY:

(packing up gear)

Holy sh*t. Who? How many?

ROCCO:

(rummaging through

his drawers)

Hurry the f*** up!

MURPHY:

This is some crazy sh*t, man!

ROCCO:

Those cocksuckers sold me out!

CONNOR:

Did I f***in' tell ya, Rocco? They

pull on you first?

DONNA:

ROCCO!

ROCCO:

What did I f***in' do?... in the

middle of the Lakeview.

CONNOR:

Lakeview the deli? Oh, sh*t!

MURPHY:

Ha! Ha! Roc, you got a jumbo set of

coconut balls man!

DONNA/RAYVIE

ROCCO!

ROCCO:

(turns in rage)

What?

DONNA:

(softly)

Where's my cat?

ROCCO:

(slight pause)

I killed your f***in' cat, you druggie

b*tch!

DONNA:

(shocked, hurt)

You... oh god, why?

ROCCO:

I felt it would bring closure to our

relationship!

DONNA:

(crying)

You killed my... my...

She stops, unsure of the cat's name.

ROCCO:

(screaming)

Your what?! Your f***in' what?!

DONNA:

My, my...

ROCCO:

(puts his gun to his

own head)

Your what, b*tch? I'll shoot myself

in the head, you can tell me that

cats name! Go ahead... Your what?

Your precious little...

(waiting for her

response)

DONNA:

(flustered, crying)

Pee...Per...Man.

ROCCO:

Peeperman? WRONG? What color was

it?!!!

DONNA:

It was... It was...

ROCCO:

Male or female, b*tch?!!

RAYVIE:

Don't you yell at her you f***in'

prick!

ROCCO:

Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't

buy a pack of smokes without running

into nine guys you f***ed.

DONNA:

Don't you yell at her!

Rocco rummages through her purse and finds her car keys.

ROCCO:

All right, let's get the f*** outta

here!

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