The Boondock Saints Page #28
THE MAN:
I don't know.
BACK TO PRESENT INT. COFFEE HOUSE NIGHT
Rocco is looking down in silence.
ROCCO:
Worst day of my life, man.
MURPHY:
(pause)
Well, I'm sold.
CONNOR:
Don't worry, Roc. We'll do this guy
right and you'll feel a lot better.
INT. ROCCO'S MOM'S KITCHEN NEXT DAY 1:00 P.M.
The three burst in, all yelling at each other. They are all
bleeding profusely from gun shot wounds. Connor turns on the
gas stove and slams a new clothing iron down on the burner.
He has wrapped the cord around the handle so it won't burn.
They have all ripped their clothes haphazardly and have made
tourniquets to nurse their wounds.
CONNOR:
Who the f*** was he, Rocco? I know
you f***in' know!
ROCCO:
F*** you! I told you I never saw him
before!
MURPHY:
Well he sure as f*** knew you!
ROCCO:
F*** you both! Ya ask me, he was
aiming at you!
The scene fades into total silence as they viciously argue.
They then take turns hold each other down as they cauterize
their wounds with the hot iron. Two guys will hold a third
down and force a wadded up pillow case in his mouth, as they
burn him
EXT. BOSTON SUBURBAN BEAVER-CLEAVER TYPE HOUSE SAME DAY
5:
00 P.M.Smecker sits on the balls of his fee on a sprawling front
lawn. He looks out to the street and sees a forensics
technician kneeling before a new, gray Ford Taurus riddled
with bullet holes. The man marks a sea of different-sized
bullet casings that stretch for thirty-five feet down the
sidewalk. He circles two blood stains on the side walk with
orange chalk.
Smecker turns and looks at the front of the house. It is
peppered with bullet holes, all seemingly concentrated on
the front stoop area. Men try to lift blood samples off the
white paint around the door. He stands and Dolly, Duffy and
Greenly are ready with pens and notebooks behind him.
SMECKER:
Okay. Here's what happened.
FLASHBACK INT. PARKED FAMILY VAN SAME DAY NOON
Connor, Murphy and Rocco sit in a parked van, down the street
from the Beaver Cleaver house. The three are sitting next to
each other in the longer back seat. They have a counter in
front of them with all their guns and accessories on it.
The clicking of bullets into clips, and smacking of clips
into guns are heard. Smecker sits in the captain's chair
directly across from them, calmly smoking a cigarette. They
finish their preparation. Rocco holds up his guns.
SMECKER:
They waited in a parked car down the
street for the kid to leave.
Murphy spies a young boy peddling his bike out of the
driveway. He goes to the front of the van.
MURPHY:
There he goes.
(turns back to them,
pulls his guns)
Okay, gentlemen. Are we ready to
bring this man into the light? Are
we ready to truly do the work of the
Lord?
CONNOR:
(c*cks his pistol)
A-f***in'-men!
ROCCO:
This is so f***in' cool!
EXT. SUBURBAN BEAVER CLEAVER TYPE HOUSE DAY
Connor, Murphy, and Rocco make a frenzied exit from the van
and walk across the front lawn, each carrying a black duffle
bag and clutching a mask. The garage is opened a crack.
They pull it up all the way. The sun shines in on Smecker
who stands there smoking.
INT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE GARAGE DAY
They enter and close the door behind them
SMECKER:
They went in through the garage. The
kid says he leaves it open when he
takes his bike out.
They dive into their bags and suit up with leather gloves,
masks, navy P-coats and their guns.
INT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE DAY
The three open the door and enter the house and walk
deliberately down the hallway.
SMECKER (V.O.)
Now, they know the wife is the gate
keeper. She knows the code.
EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE BACKYARD DAY
They walk with the terrified woman around the pool to a steel
door pool house entrance. There is a number pad next to the
door. Rocco positions her in front of it.
ROCCO:
Don't f*** with me lady. I'll kill
you.
She slowly punches in the numbers. Smecker is standing there
smoking.
SMECKER:
The wife says she doesn't know what
happened after she hit the code. She
just remembers going down. But,
judging by the burn mark on her back,
I think what they did...
Rocco pulls a stun gun and zaps her with it. She goes down.
SMECKER:
...was use a stun gun on her.
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