The Boondock Saints Page #30

Greenly stops, picks up the cue ball and looks at the dead

man. He shakes his head and says, "Nah".

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT LAWN DAY

Smecker stands in the middle of the front lawn. His hair is

a mess. He's chain-smoking. His clothes are disheveled.

His eyes are psychotic. He points to the parked Taurus as

six men in dark suits appear in a fuzzy, out-of-focus shot.

They line up shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk.

SMECKER:

They exited out the front door. And

they had no f***ing idea what they

were in for.

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT LAWN DAY

Rocco, Connor and Murphy walk toward the front door.

EXT. SUBURBANK "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE SIDEWALK DAY

(Slo-mo) Two black leather boots slowly walk up the sidewalk

and stop in front of the new, gray Ford Taurus then turn

toward the house. Il Duce removes a white balloon filled

with a few ounces of fluid from the pocket of his black trench

coat. He throws it on the walk, the blood splatters. He picks

up the remnants of the balloon and puts them back in his

pocket and stands there waiting, looking at the house.

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT STOOP DAY

The boys come out, Rocco in the middle and slightly ahead of

them. They look out to the walk, stunned.

SMECKER:

Now they are staring at six guys

with guns drawn. It was a f***ing

ambush.

Our three heroes stand, their jaws dropping as their point

of view reveals the Il Duce, standing alone, his hands folded

in front of him.

Suddenly, he throws open his trench coat to reveal a special

leather vest beneath. Six guns, all different, are holstered

on the front of it: three on each side extend from just below

his collar bones to his abdomen. Connor and Murphy don't

hesitate. They each draw one of their now unsilenced guns

from their shoulder holsters and aim, one arm over each of

Rocco's shoulders. The Duke draws his top two weapons and

aims.

SMECKER:

And this was a f***ing bomb dropping

in Beaver Cleaverville! For a few

seconds this place was Armageddon!

There was a fire fight!

They all start shooting at once. The noise is deafening.

The Taurus is being pierced and the front of the house is

splintering as it is riddled with bullets. Smecker is still

in the middle, hands raised to the heavens, turning circles.

Rocco's pinky finger gets shot off, sending blood splattering

against the house. He dives in the bushes reeling. He pulls

a gun and starts firing.

Murphy catches a bullet in the arm and dives for the bushes

as well. Il Duce with lightening speed, drops the guns and

pulls the next two down as he walks to his right about ten

feet. He commences firing and the casings hit the sidewalk,

all different calibers and sizes are dropping down the walk.

It's him and Connor and nobody is backing down. They both

grind their teeth as they fire rapidly at each other. At the

same moment, The Duke gets hit in the arm and Connor takes a

bullet in the leg. The firing ceases for a moment.

Connor remains steady and Il Duce looks down at his arm and

his own blood splattered on the sidewalk.

IL DUCE:

No!... No! No!...

He drops the guns and pulls the last two as he moves to the

right. He fires with wrath as he screams the word No over

and over. Rocco and Murphy return fire from the bushes yelling

and swearing, as Connor does the same from his position on

the stoop.

The Duke turns and runs, leaving a sea of casings, and guns

that extend for 35 feet down the walk. There are also two

blood stains.

In a frenzy the boys and Rocco get up and withdraw some spray

bottles from their bags. The begin spraying all their own

blood stains on the stoop and the front of the white house.

They then pick up their things and run off.

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT LAWN DAY

Smecker comes back to reality and lights a cigarette in front

of Dolly, Duffy, and Greenly.

GREENLY:

What if it was just one guy with six

guns?

SMECKER:

Why don't you let me do the thinking,

huh, genius?

He turns to the forensics guys at the front of the house and

begins to walk over to him.

SMECKER:

What is taking so long with those

blood samples?

FORENSICS WOMAN #1

I can't get a good sample. There is

variable here I'm not seeing.

Smecker puts his finger through a big blood stain on the

door and smells it.

SMECKER:

(in shock, and rage)

They used ammonia... none of this

sh*t is any good... F***... You know

what this means?! Even if we get

suspects in this case, we got

nothing... Nothing!

He starts kicking the bushes and trying to tear them with

his hands as he rages. The police and forensics all back

off.

SMECKER:

(screaming)

Who the f*** are they?! I've never

seen any-f***ing-thing like this in

my whole f***ing life. Who the f***

are they?!!

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