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Smecker reaches for the record button. Murphy puts out his
hand to stop him.
MURPHY:
(politely)
Excuse me, sir.
Murphy turns to his brother and speaks in Latin, in hushed
tones. It is subtitled in English.
MURPHY:
"What do we tell him about the guns
and money?"
CONNOR:
"We just got up and left. Bum musta
rolled them before the police got
there."
MURPHY:
(to Smecker)
Okay. We're ready.
Smecker in intrigued with this tiny display. He hits the
record button.
SMECKER:
You guys are not under oath, here. I
am assuming you knew these two guys
from before, huh?
CONNOR:
We... met them last night.
SMECKER:
They had some pretty interesting
bandages. Know anything about that?
They look at each other.
FLASHBACK. INT MCGINTY'S PUB NIGHT ST. PATRICK'S DAY
McGinty's's is packed to the walls with drunken Irish. A lot
of faces are recognizable from Noland's Meat. Connor is in
front of the bar. He and Doc are staring at each other as if
waiting for one man to give in. Connor has his arms across
the chests of Murphy and some friends, holding them in place.
They are interested in the competition.
PRESENTLY...
CONNOR:
(presently, imitating
Doc's voice)
Would someone please come over here
and...
DOC:
F***!
CONNOR:
me up the...
DOC:
Ass!
Everyone falls down laughing. Doc is angry and starts throwing
ice at them. DAVID DELLA ROCCO makes his way through the
crowd. Rocco is thirty-two years old. He has shoulder-length,
dark hair and a full beard and mustache that wrap around his
big smile. He charges up to the bar and yells to Doc.
ROCCO:
Hey! F***! Ass! Get me a beer!
This sends everyone even further into laughter. Doc throws
two huge fists full of ice at him. He backs away laughing.
The boys get up off the floor and have a huge group hug with
Rocco as they all scream each others names.
They all laugh and commence drinking.
INT. MCGINTY'S PUB NIGHT
The bar is trashed. It's mostly empty now except for the
brothers, Rocco, Doc and four friends. Everyone is very drunk,
including Doc.
ROCCO:
(trying to connect
with Connor)
...It's not that I'm homophobic. I'm
just afraid of faggots.
Connor pauses then bursts out laughing. Doc calls everyone
to gather round.
DOC:
I got some bad news. Looks like I'm
gonna have ta close d-down the bar.
The Russians have been buying up
buildings all over town, including
this one... F***!... Ass! And they're
not letting me renew my lease. I got
'til the end of the week to come up
with 26,000 dollars, or they take
the place. I left them a note telling
them not to show their faces t-
tonight. They been pressuring me ta
close and take the last few days ta
get all my sh*t outta here but it's
my right to stay open ta the last.
Long pause as everyone absorbs. They are upset.
ROCCO:
Let me talk to my boss, may I can...
He is cut off by everyone who obviously opposes Mafia
involvement.
DOC:
L-l-listen I don't want anyone ta
know until the last possible moment.
So you guys keep your traps shut. ya
know what they say; People in glass
houses sink ships.
Everyone has quizzical looks on their faces.
ROCCO:
Y'know Doc, I gotta get you a, a,
like a proverb book or something.
This mix and match sh*t's gotta go.
DOC:
What?
Everyone chuckles.
CONNOR:
(imitating Doc)
A p-penny saved is worth two in the
bush.
MURPHY:
(imitating Doc)
Don't c-cross the road if ya can't
get out of the kitchen.
Everyone laughs heartily. Just then, three large Russians in
suits enter. The obvious leader, CHECKOV, stands in front
with VLADDY behind one of Checkov's shoulders, with another
guy behind the other shoulder. They mean business. The
laughter fades.
CHECKOV:
(thick Russian accent)
I am Ivan Checkov. You will be closing
now.
MURPHY:
(after a long pause)
This is McCoy... we find Spock and
we got enough for an away team.
Everyone laughs. Ivan is angry.
CHECKOV:
Oh, how extraordinary. A bunch of
Irishmen... and they are being drunken
idiots. You are killing the
stereotype. I'm in no mood for
discussion.
(points to Doc)
You! You stay. The rest of you go
now.
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