The Boondock Saints Page #27

Augustus hands him a piece of paper he scribbled on.

YAKAVETTA:

There's ways around that.

AUGUSTUS:

Go find one.

INT. PAROLE PROCESSING ROOM DAY

A large piece of paper is placed on the table and stamped

with the words parole granted across it.

INT. HOTEL ROOM BOSTON DAY

The prisoner, Il Duce enters. He is clad in a long dark trench

coat with the collar pulled up, dark round glasses and a

dark hat. He puts a suitcase on the bed.

He walks over to the window. He slowly puts his hand outside

and watches the sun bounce off it. Tears begin to flow from

beneath his glasses as he breaks down. He begins to take off

his clothes as he weeps, casting them aside.

EXT. HOTEL ROOM FIRE ESCAPE BACK ALLEY DUSK

The Duke is fully naked, except for a hotel blanket which is

wrapped around his waist, sitting on the fire escape. He

smiles and is still misty-eyed as he beholds the sun setting.

Scattered around him are all the furnishings of freedom;

Snickers bars, all kinds of empty candy wrappers, Coke cans,

and many assorted magazines.

INT. COFFEE HOUSE NIGHT 2:00 A.M.

Rocco and the brothers sit in an old Boston coffee house.

ROCCO:

Let's talk some business here. I

know a sick f***... makes the ones

we been doing look like altar boys.

Worst night of my life when I met

this guy.

FLASHBACK EXT. SUBURBAN BEAVER CLEAVER-TYPE HOUSE DUSK

Rocco waits in a late model Chevelle in front of a white

house. A man exits the house and walks across the sprawling

front lawn. Rocco leans over and says How ya doin', man?

The man doesn't respond and sits in the passenger seat.

During the following scenes we FLASHCUT between bits of

Rocco's experience that night to the coffee house and catch

bits of dialogue as he explains.

ROCCO:

The guy never says a f***in' word to

me. We're driving for 25 minutes.

Never a sigh, no throat clearing,

nothing. And his face, blank man.

Just nothing there.

EXT. DECREPIT HOUSE NIGHT CONTINUED

FLASHCUT:
They pull up to a house in a scummy, Boston Logan

Airport neighborhood. Rocco gets out and sits on the hood

smoking as the man makes his way up the walk.

INT. DECREPIT HOUSE CONTINUED

Two tough looking wiseguys walk across a hallway cocking

shotguns. They disappear into a room.

FLASHCUT :
He quietly enters the house and pulls a large

bright-blue plastic tarp from his coat and spreads it across

the floor in the hallway. We hear the sound of Sega video

games being played. He pulls out two pistols with silencers

and walk.

He disappears into the living room. Two white flashes and

the sounds of silencers. A hookerish looking mom enters frame

in the B.G. in the kitchen. She is talking on the phone. She

disappears from view. The man reappears and walks to the

kitchen. A white flash and the sounds of silencer.

He walks right down the hall and halts right in front of us

and listens. He goes into the room the wiseguys had entered.

We hear a second of male voices in protest. Two flashes of

light and the sounds of silencers. A dog is heard barking.

The man reappears in the hall and walks to its end, through

the kitchen. He opens a pair of sliding doors and steps out

of our view. A flash of white light and the sound of a

silencer.

EXT. DECREPIT HOUSE NIGHT CONTINUED

Rocco is out front listening as the barks abruptly cease.

INT. DECREPIT HOUSE NIGHT CONTINUED

FLASHCUT :
The man drags a dead dog across the kitchen floor,

leaving a streak of blood. FLASHCUT : He drags the bodies of

two kids, two men and the woman down the hall toward us

leaving the hall carpet streaked with blood.

ROCCO:

I didn't see what he was doing while

he was in there.

FLASHCUT :
The man pulls out a large hunting knife and

disappears into each room. The sounds of hacking are heard.

He reappears holding different pieces of bloody debris. A

telephone, a piece of carpet, pieces of drywall. He takes a

mop and cleans off the blood on the linoleum of the kitchen

floor.

He walks toward us and stabs the mop in right before camera.

It stays standing.

FLASHCUT :
We see from his p.o.v. a pile of broken bodies,

bloody debris and a dead dog with a mop sticking out the

top.

EXT. DECREPIT HOUSE NIGHT CONTINUED

FLASHCUT :
The man steps outside and motions Rocco in.

FLASHBACK EXT. BACK FACTORY LOT NIGHT

Rocco's face is now expressionless as the two load the last

body in the furnace and toss the dog in, unloading from

Rocco's trunk. They shut the furnace door and there is just

the low hum of a furnace and the light wind blowing.

THE MAN:

I have a poker game at the house

every Saturday with a couple of guys

you know. Why don't you come down?

Wife makes a hell of a bar-g-que.

ROCCO:

(pause)

Yeah... yeah, I'd like that. Tell me

something. What did they do?

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