The Boondock Saints Page #7

DUFFY:

So what are you thinkin' here?

SMECKER:

Really want to know?

All the detectives chant the affirmative. The doors close.

INT. MACMANUS' APT. BUILDING ELEVATOR FIFTH FLOOR MORNING

As the doors open, all the detectives chorus their disbelief.

GREENLY:

No way. You know how big a guy's

gotta be to do that? F***in' huge.

Smecker turns to Greenly in disbelief.

SMECKER:

(beat)

Oooo. I might be wanting a bagel

with my coffee.

Smecker exits the elevator leaving the three silent detectives

with that thought.

GREENLY:

(to Dolly)

I ain't getting him no f***in' bagel.

The detectives exit the elevator.

INT. MACMANUS' DOORWAY INSIDE APT LOOKING OUT TO HALL

MORNING:

Smecker appears first, glancing in momentarily. The detectives

pile in behind him. They survey the situation in total awe.

SMECKER:

(to Greenly)

We'll start the ass kissing with

you.

EXT. MACMANUS' APT. BUILDING FRONT STEPS MORNING

Smecker saunters out, detectives on his heels.

MITCHELL:

(approaches Smecker)

Agent Smecker. I know this

neighborhood pretty good. There's a

bar called McGinty's down the block.

It's a good bet they were there last

night.

SMECKER:

(turns to detectives)

Good work, Mitchell. I'll check that

out myself.

Duffy starts walking down the street. A REPORTER is hot on

his heels.

REPORTER:

Hey, Duffy. What the f*** happened

here? You owe me. This is the one I

want.

DUFFY:

Let's go get a cup of coffee. You

ain't gonna f***in' believe this

one.

Smecker is standing on the front steps in front of uniformed

officers and homicide detectives.

SMECKER:

I want A.P.B.'s put out. I want more

uniforms on the streets. One thing's

for sure, wherever these guys are

they're hurting.

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM DAY

A potent song takes our ears as The MacManus brothers sit in

the E.R. They have already received care. Their faces are

beaten and there are bandages and dried blood in various

spots. Connor's injuries exceed Murphy's. They are both clad

in only their leather boots, boxer shorts and worn out old

bathrobes.

Young kids wait for medical attention, as their knife wounds

bleed. Two nuns in the corner console a third, whose robes

are ripped and face is beaten. A woman toward the end of the

hall is so badly beaten she is unrecognizable.

As the song builds to a more harrowing chorus, a man enters.

His clothes suggest he's a pimp. He is not injured. He looks

around as he stands, perturbed, at the end of the hall.

He reaches over and grabs the beat up woman by the hair and

begins to drag her out. She is kicking and screaming from

the floor, grabbing at his wrists as he hauls her away.

(Slo-mo) The boys, instantly furious, stand and begin to go

toward the action, but Connor's legs give out on him and he

falls to the floor. Connor, still trying to go after the

pimp, crawls towards him. Murphy helps his brother to his

chair and hold him tight.

MURPHY:

Okay. Just calm down. Take it easy.

He'll have his day. He'll have his

(turns)

F***IN' DAY!

Music fades.

INT EMERGENCY ROOM DAY FEW MINUTES LATER

An old Irishman enters the E.R. DOC (70 yrs.) has a serious

facial twitch and is prone to blinking uncontrollably. He

has a mild stutter. He also has Tourette's Syndrome and is

apt to yell his two chosen swear words every now and then,

first f***! and after a slight pause, ass! He rushes up as

they stand to greet him. Murphy holds Connor up.

MURPHY:

Thanks for comin', Doc.

DOC:

(Irish accent, squeaky

voice)

J-Jesus. What the f*** happened? Are

ya b-boys all right?

CONNOR:

We're alive.

DOC:

An F.B.I. agent came by the bar. He

left me his c-c, he left me his c-c,

he left me this.

He hands them a card with Smecker's name on it. They survey

it with interest.

DOC:

(extremely loud)

F***!..........Ass!

Everyone in the E.R. looks at Doc in shock. Connor and Murphy

don't even avert their eyes from the card.

DOC:

What are you going to do?

CONNOR:

We're going to turn ourselves in. It

was self defense.

DOC:

y-y-yeah that's what he said.

MURPHY:

How the f***'s he know that? We

haven't spoken to anyone yet.

DOC:

Don't know. He didn't say.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes