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The boys look puzzled. Murphy helps Connor down to his seat.
MURPHY:
Listen Doc, we need a favor.
DOC:
A-anything.
Murphy hands Doc a partially filled garbage bag.
CONNOR:
Hold this sh*t for us, Doc. We'll be
comin back for it when we get out.
DOC:
Right.
Doc exits, say one more "F***,...Ass", on the way out.
INT. BOSTON POLICE STATION PRECINCT OFFICE DAY
The station is abuzz with the story. Connor and Murphy's
names are on all tongues. A legend starts. Every available
officer is in the room along with the homicide detectives.
Smecker walks right down the middle.
SMECKER:
First of all, I'd like to thank
whichever one of you donut munching,
barrel-assed dip-shits leaked this
to the press. That's just what we
need now, some sensational story in
the papers making these guys out to
be super heroes, triumphing over
evil. And let me squash the rumors
now. These two aren't heroes.
(rolls his eyes)
They are two ordinary men who were
put in an extraordinary situation
and they just happened to come out
on top. Yes, nothing from our far
reaching computer system has turned
up jack sh*t on these two. All we
know is what we found out from their
neighbors. And the general consensus
is that they're... angels.
(pause)
But angels don't kill and we got two
bodies in the morgue that look like
they've been...
Smecker looks to Greenly. Dripping with sarcasm.
SMECKER:
...serial crushed by a huge f***in'
guy.
Some of the cops and homicide detectives laugh and chide
Greenly.
CHAFFEY:
Are these me considered armed and
dangerous?
SMECKER:
Well, not armed. If they had guns,
they'd have used them. But dangerous?
Oh yeah.
MITCHELL:
dangerous? They were just protecting
each other.
EXT. BOSTON POLICE STATION STEPS DAY
The two are limping up the precinct stairs. Connor is draped
over Murphy who helps his brother along, they are still
attired as in the E.R.
INT. BOSTON POLICE STATION PRECINCT OFFICE DAY
SMECKER:
Look, look! I'm not saying one way
or the other. Just be careful and go
by the protocol on this one.
CHAFFEY:
Any tips on where these guys may be?
SMECKER:
(to Officer Mitchell)
Any word back from the E.R.s?
MITCHELL:
No help at all. Swamped from St.
Patty's. Packed with drunk, bloody
Irish.
SMECKER:
Just hit the bricks nice and hard.
Grunt police work is going to bring this one in.
GREENLY:
(talking loudly)
These guys are miles away by now.
The brothers quietly enter in the back of the room. All the
officers are seated with their backs to them. Smecker and
the brothers make eye contact. He knows who they are. They
don't interrupt Greenly.
GREENLY:
But if you want to beat your head
against a wall, then here's what you
look for. These guys are scared like
two little bunny rabbits. Anything
in a uniform or flashing blue lights
will spook them. So the only thing
we can do is put a potato on a string
and drag it through South Boston.
There is light chuckling from the police at this crack.
MURPHY:
(loud)
You'd probably have better luck with
a beer.
Everyone turns and looks.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM BOSTON POLICE STATION LATER
The boys sit in two chairs at a plain table with a recording
device on it. They are very serious and alert. Mitchell enters
with coffee for them. He shakes their hands and says he really
respects what they did. Surprised, they thank him. Chaffey
enters with donuts and a repeat performance of respect. Slowly
officers start to gather around the interrogation room door.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM BOSTON POLICE STATION DAY LATER
There are at least 20 officers and detectives packed in the
tiny room. The MacManus' visit with the excited cops. All
are in high spirits.
The room is loud as Smecker walks in.
SMECKER:
What the f*** is this!? This isn't a
f***in' tea party. Get out! Only
thing I want in here is them.
They all file out. Smecker and the boys look each other over.
SMECKER:
This conversation is going to be
recorded. Just answer to the best of
your knowledge.
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