The Boondock Saints Page #25

MURPHY:

Okay Roc, this is...

He turns and is instantly taken with laughter at Rocco's

appearance. Connor turns, and has the same reaction.

ROCCO:

What? You guys got masks.

They are now pointing and laughing.

MURPHY:

(through laughter)

You look like Mush Mouth from Fat

Albert.

ROCCO:

(takes off mask)

Fine! F*** it! When we're done she

can I.D. me. I don't care. Just tryin'

to be professional, but no...

CONNOR:

(still laughing)

No. No. It looks good. C'mon, put it

back on. It's good.

He begrudgingly puts it back on. They reassume their position.

CONNOR:

(imitating mush mouth)

Okay Roc. You sure you're O-B-kay-B?

INT. SIN BIN SMALL ROOM NIGHT

They burst into the room, climb up a few steps and are in a

small round room with a couch in it. A topless dancer sits,

smoking and drinking coffee, on the couch in front of three

big black steel doors with money slots in them. Rocco seizes

her, puts a hand over her mouth and a gun to her head.

ROCCO:

Which one is he in?

She points to the middle door.

ROCCO:

(takes his hand off

her mouth)

What's his routine?

DANCER:

H... h... he jerks off in there.

Th... then he puts money through the

slot and I raise the door.

MURPHY:

How?

She points to an orange button. Each door has a button to

the left of it.

ROCCO:

Then what?

DANCER:

He watches me do my thing and f-

finishes himself off.

INT. SIN BIN CENTER BOOTH NIGHT

We see the fuzzy reflection of a cheap porno movie being

reflected in Vincenzo's Elvis style sunglasses. He is shaking

as he masturbates.

VINCENZO:

(grunting, muttering)

Don't you talk to me like that, you

dirty little... give it to daddy...

give it ta da King... garbage mouth,

garbage mouth.

INT. SIN BIN SMALL ROOM NIGHT

Rocco is looking through the peep hole down on Vincenzo. He

still holds the terrified, crying dancer.

ROCCO:

Oh man. He is some sicko.

They back up and focus on the money slot. A hundred dollar

bill comes through. Connor gives it to the dancer.

CONNOR:

You've earned this.

The boys begin to recite their prayer. Rocco is smiling and

excited, he still hangs on to the now hyperventilating dancer.

They press the button. The door goes straight up. Vincenzo

has one moment of shock before the MacManuses decimate him

through the glass with silenced bullets. The glass silently

spiders and begins to fall in spots. His chest explodes,

sputtering medallions and bits of gold chain inside the booth.

The dancer faints and Rocco lays her down gently.

The boys step down in the boot and begin their ritual.

Rocco watches intently, intrigued. They finish and turn around

to see Rocco is immersed in grabbing one of the unconscious

dancer's breasts. They pull up their masks.

CONNOR:

What the f*** are you doing?

ROCCO:

I-I'll tip her.

MURPHY:

We've teamed up with a sex offender.

CONNOR:

So, when are you getting a plastic

f*** doll?

ROCCO:

All right. I'm sorry. I'm pathetic.

He gets up and starts tossing money on her as the boys giggle.

Just then two more bills come through the slots of the other

two doors, which have remained closed. Murphy looks through

left peep hole, Connor the right. Smiles spread across their

faces and they look at each other. They switch and each looks

through the other guy's peep hole.

ROCCO:

What? What is it?

CONNOR:

This place is like a scumbag yard

sale.

MURPHY:

We gotta come down here once a week

and clean house.

Rocco looks in one. He says "Oh, wow" as he crosses and checks

out the other one.

ROCCO:

You sure about this guy?

The boys look at each other affirmatively.

ROCCO:

Oh man. You gotta let me do these

guys. I'm such a moron. I gotta make

up for the tit thing.

CONNOR:

No way. I've been waitin' for this

a**hole.

ROCCO:

Aw, c'mon. I gotta clear my family

name here. I've brought shame to the

house of Della Rocco.

MURPHY:

Give the guy a shot.

CONNOR:

(thinks it over)

Rocco, this is the real deal. We

must kill without hesitation, without

guilt or remorse. Evil man, dead

man.

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