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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.
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
DOC:
Don't know. He didn't say.
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