ALL SAINTS DAY
Written by
Troy Duffy
September 1, 2007
EXT. BOYLESTON STREET, BOSTON -- MORNING
The boulevard is empty, eerie silence. No cars, no people. A man
walks down the middle of the street, long trench, dark shades.
Though he does not speak, we hear...
MAN V.O.
There's two kinds of people in this
world when you boil it all down. You
got your talkers and you got your
doers.
We recognize this man as ROCCO. He crosses Copley Square toward the
looming dome of the Trinity Church.
ROCCO V.O.
Most people are just talkers. All they
got is talk. But when all's said and
done, it is the doers who change the
world. And when they do that, they
change us. That's why we never forget
them...So, which one are you? Do you
just talk about it? Or do you stand up
and do something about it? Because
believe you me all the rest of it is
just coffee house bullshit.
FADE TO BLACK...
EXT. DEEP COUNTRYSIDE -- DAY
SUBTEXT: "Ireland"
From behind we see two men perched atop a boulder. A flock of sheep
encircles them. Their army sacks and shotguns are nearby. They roll
their own cigarettes with effortless synchronicity and light up.
CONNOR and MURPHY MacMANUS (30's) now have long hair with heavy
facial growth. Rugged. Piercing eyes. Looking to the horizon...
MURPHY
Looks like a storm's comin'.
CONNOR
Aye.
EXT. FIELDS -- LATER
MOODY MUSIC: The brothers drive the flock across jewel green hills.
Murphy cuts a sheep from a thicket and sets it off.
POPPA M V.O.
Peace, they say, is the enemy of
memory. So it had been for my boys.
2.
Connor shares some jerky with a sheep dog as the flock surges.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
For some time now, their past had felt
like a dream to them...faded and worn.
Murphy touches the faded Celtic Cross tattoo on his forearm. Connor
sees. The music takes us to a secluded, pioneer-esque ranch.
CLOSE ON: POPPA M's (58yrs) face as he coughs and watches his sons
approach from his rocking chair on the porch.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
And then suddenly, as if not a day had
passed...it was back. I could see it
in their eyes.
INT. FARMHOUSE -- NIGHT
Poppa M and his sons eat a rustic dinner. It storms outside.
POPPA M V.O.
I could feel it, heavy in their
presence. Something calling them back.
Poppa M looks to his boys who just keep eating. DIP TO BLACK...
INT. FARMHOUSE, FRONT PORCH -- NEXT MORNING
Very early dawn, shadowy morning light. Connor and Murphy sip
coffees and look out into the rain. Lightening lights up the flock.
Through the open door behind them, Poppa M stokes a warm fire.
Connor touch the Celtic Cross tattoo on his forearm. The boys look
at each other as the rain suddenly stops and all the "little sounds"
of morning cease. Something's amiss. Thunder. Ominous music as...
EXT. BOSTON, TRINITY CHURCH -- NIGHT
From behind, we see a man with a CREW CUT, staring at the dome of
the Trinity.
SLO-MO, CLOSE ON: Crew Cut's boots as he paces toward. The
threatening music bleeds over to...
EXT. FARM -- MOMENTS LATER
Just inside the trees, a pack of wolves stalk the sheep flock...
SLO-MO, CLOSE ON: A wolf's paws as it paces toward...
We intercut between BOSTON and IRELAND as chaos erupts...
3.
BOSTON: Crew Cut quickly enters the church.
IRELAND: The wolves burst from the tree line.
BOSTON: A frantic priest in his 50's weeps and begs as Crew Cut
slams him to his knees with a .9 mm to his head.
IRELAND: The wolves savagely attack the screaming sheep.
BOSTON: Muzzle flash, blood splatters on the altar.
IRELAND: BOOM! BOOM! Connor and Murphy blast shotguns at the
wolves. One is hit, the rest retreat. The boys perform mercy
killings on the wolf and one sheep.
Everything calms as Poppa M rushes up with a mag light and stops.
He coughs roughly. Moody choral music begins...
POPPA M V.O.
"And they cried out, How long O'Lord
dost thou not judge and revenge our
blood upon them that dwell on the
earth?"
EXT. FIELD -- LATER
The boys toss the wolf carcass onto a bonfire. It rains again.
POPPA M V.O.
And God said, "All will fear the wrath
of the lamb. For the great day of
their reckoning hath come."
Poppa M looks across the blaze to his sons. Connor and Murphy stare
into the fire, bathed in the light of angry flames.
POPPA M
"And they that holdest my name shall
come with the shaking of the earth and
the roiling of the oceans."
EXT. FARM -- NIGHT
Downpour. A rugged old jeep tears through the mud. It stops at the
farmhouse. Poppa M and the boys come out onto the porch. A dark
figure with a fedora and rain slicker exits the jeep and hurries to
the porch. Meet Uncle SIBEAL (62yrs). He wears a priest's collar.
SIBEAL
Something's happened.
4.
EXT. CHURCH -- MORNING
Breaking news. REPORTER #1 is live from outside a church. Squads,
coroner's vans, CSI etc. Police hold back crowds.
REPORTER #1
There is no new information on the
victim found slain this morning inside
Trinity Church. As you can see the
size of the crowd here has increased
substantially over the last couple of
hours. People are demanding answers as
to how a priest could be murdered in a
church. But perhaps more shocking, we
have confirmed that the body was
ritualized with pennies in the eyes.
Many remember this as the grisly
calling card of the prolific vigilante
killers known as the Saints, who went
on a murder spree here in Boston.
NEWS FOOTAGE: People scream as they run out of a courthouse.
REPORTER #1 V.O.
A rampage that ended six years ago,
when the Saints brazenly walked into
open court...
NEWS FOOTAGE: A body is wheeled out on a gurney.
REPORTER #1 V.O. (CONT'D)
...and executed Mafia Don, Poppa Joe
Yakavetta before a courtroom of
terrified witnesses, then simply
disappeared without a trace.
Grainy, unclear security footage of three men walking the court
halls, two in heavy black jackets, one in a trench...
REPORTER #1 V.O. (CONT'D)
The now legendary security camera
footage from that harrowing day, our
singular tiny glimpse of these infamous
and controversial killers.
We are back with Reporter #1 at the church.
REPORTER #1
As police have yet to confirm the
Saints' possible involvement, the
ominous question hangs heavy in the
air. "Are they back?"
5.
INT. FARMHOUSE -- NIGHT
Sibeal, Poppa M, Connor and Murphy sit around the table. The boys
have a look of controlled anger. Presently...
MURPHY
The priest. Did they release his name?
SIBEAL
No. But I made a few calls, still got
some friends in the diocese there.
McKinney. Father Douglas McKinney.
The boys flash with recognition.
SIBEAL (CONT'D)
You knew him?
CONNOR
Knew of him. Everybody did. A regular
Mother Theresa. Youth hostels, soup
kitchens. Even made it into the
newspapers sometimes.
Sibeal considers this. He genuflects and turns.
SIBEAL
Listen boys. I think it's best that ya
just stay put and we'll try ta figure
out what...
Connor and Murphy are out the door and headed for the barn.
Confused, Sibeal looks to Poppa M, who just sips his coffee.
INT. BARN -- MOMENTS LATER
MOODY MUSIC: The boys begin to look more like "themselves" as the
they cut their hair and beards with sheep sheers.
The brothers lift a chest from a hole in the barn floor. They load
guns and money into black duffel bags and place their signature
rosaries around their necks, clasping their hands in prayer...
INT. TRINITY CHURCH, ALTER -- MOMENTS LATER
Detective GREENLY (38yrs) is alone on the alter. Police line all
around as Greenly stares at the body like the detective has seen a
ghost. He turns and nervously staggers toward the front vestibule.
INT. VESTIBULE -- SAME TIME
Detectives DOLLY and DUFFY are scared. In hushed tones...
6.
DUFFY
We need to keep our heads, here. It's
probably not even them.
DOLLY
Of course it ain't them but that
doesn't really matter, does it. Our
skeletons just came screaming out of
the closet. We're fucked.
DUFFY
We're not fucked.
Greenly enters from the church proper. Dolly and Duffy turn.
GREENLY
We are totally fucked!
EXT. RAPID FLASHBACK SEQUENCE, "ACCESSORY TO MURDER"
Greenly, disguised as a correctional officer, lets Connor, Murphy
and Poppa M out of a paddywagon. FLASH!
The Saints enter the Suffolk Courthouse, undetected. FLASH!
Dolly, dressed as a civilian, pulls the fire alarm. FLASH!
The Saints execute Poppa Joe Yakavetta before many terrified
witnesses, the alarm blaring in the b.g. FLASH!
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, VESTIBULE -- MOMENTS LATER
GREENLY
...and not just fucked, like elephant
dick, pounded in the ass, no reach
around, jungle fucked!
DUFFY
Now's not the time to panic, Green
beans!
GREENLY
Oh, I disagree. Now's the perfect time
to panic. We're all Accessories to...
DOLLY
Don't you fucking say it!
They all argue over one another. OFFICER #1 peaks his head in the
front door. The detectives grind to a halt.
OFFICER #1
Her E.T.A. is ten minutes.
7.
EXT. GRAVEYARD -- MORNING
CLOSE ON: a gravestone. "Paul M. Smecker, 1956 - 2003"
We reveal a pair of sexy female legs, expensive "Jimmy Choo" heels.
From behind we see the woman rest a rose at Smecker's Grave. "Legs"
turns and walks toward a waiting squad car in b.g.
EXT. CHURCH -- MOMENTS LATER
Dolly, Duffy and Greenly stand outside in the entry way of the
church. Though still on edge, they have calmed.
DOLLY
I didn't even know he had a protege.
What is this bullshit?
Duffy whips out his trusty note pad.
DUFFY
Special Agent Eunice Bloom, 32 years
old. Smecker plucked her right out of
class at Quantico.
GREENLY
Smecker hand picked her? Aw, man.
This brawd's gonna be a nightmare.
DUFFY
She was assigned to OCD two years back.
She can shoot a gun, set three course
records during her training.
GREENLY
Great. A bull dike, Annie Oakley wanna-
be. We gotta get rid of her.
DUFFY
She is also an authority on the Saints
case. Which means Smecker must have
walked her through it.
The cops suddenly flush with fear.
DOLLY
And the hits just keep on comin'.
INT. FARMHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Sibeal waits as Poppa M thinks, then shakes his head.
8.
POPPA M
Naw...I'm in no condition. I'd just
slow 'em down.
SIBEAL
Well, are ya at least gonna try ta talk
them out of this?
Poppa M shakes his head.
SIBEAL (CONT'D)
We don't even know what this is yet!
Somebody could just be tryin' ta get
away with murder here!
POPPA M
Aye. Only there's about a thousand
easier ways ta do that. Trust me.
Someone's callin' them out, Sibeal. Ya
kill a priest in a church and make it
look like they did it. Bring 'em back
with a vengeance. Don't know who.
Don't know why. But someone thinks
he's real fuckin' clever. Only one
problem with his little plan.
SIBEAL
What's dat?
POPPA M
It worked.
Fear and frustration burst from Sibeal.
SIBEAL
Jesus Christ! D'er's too much we don't
know and if you're won't at least try
ta talk some sense into them, I will!
The door opens and in comes Connor and Murphy. Sibeal notes the
change in appearance. The boys stand at the kitchen table's
opposing end, hands in their pockets. Their resolve fills the room.
The brothers face off with Poppa M and Sibeal: a bizarre board
meeting. Poppa M cocks a brow at Sibeal who clears his throat.
SIBEAL (CONT'D)
Exactly what do you intend to do?
Silence. Nobody moves. Connor withdraws a hand from his pocket and
looks down. He flips a penny on the table. It clatters to a stop.
9.
MURPHY
Every last motherfucker that had
anything to do with it.
EXT. CHURCH -- LATER
A squad pulls up. Dolly, Duffy and Greenly turn.
DOLLY
Game time. How are we playing this?
DUFFY
Feds love to pull the divide and
conquer routine. We hard line her.
Stick together on this. Agreed?
DOLLY
Agreed. We're a brick wall.
They all nod and stiffen their resolve.
GREENLY
Let's rock this bitch.
Rockin' music fades in as a uniform opens the squad door.
SLO-MO: EUNICE BLOOM (32yrs) exits the squad and moves toward.
She is simply delicious: sexy, blonde hair, a woman's business
suit, short skirt, brass rimmed specs. Each detective's face drops.
Soon she is before them. Music cuts. She smiles and speaks with a
southern drawl a la Doc Holiday.
EUNICE
(POINTING)
You hafta be Detectives Dolly and
Duffy. Am I right?
(extending hand)
Eunice Bloom. A pleasure.
Dolly and Duffy shake and manage a nod. Greenly is still enamored.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
And you must be Greenly. Smecker
always said you were the funny one.
GREENLY
T'sup...I mean, what? Yeah, well,
funny as in ha ha, though not like
funny as in gay cuz...I'm not...played
high school football.
She chuckles. Dolly and Duffy fume.
10.
DOLLY
Look, with all due respect, Agent
Bloom...
EUNICE
Special.
DOLLY
Excuse me?
EUNICE
You see there's a "special" before my
"agent." If we are going to address
each other formally, I'd prefer if you
popped it in there. Makes me feel, I
don't know...special. Of course, I'd
hoped we could be a little more
personable. In fact, I'd like you to
call me Eunice.
The cops are dumbfounded. Duffy snaps out of it.
DUFFY
O'kay, Eunice. I don't see why the
fuck the Fed is...
EUNICE
Whoa, whoa, "fuck?" This isn't a
"fuck" situation, is it? I can see a
"God Damn" or two but why skip all the
way to "fuck" right off the bat? Let's
start slow and work our way up to it.
DUFFY
What is the Fed's interest in this?
The detectives harden, brick wall. Eunice furrows her brow.
EUNICE
Their interest, Detective, is capturing
the men responsible for the murders of
22 of Boston's finest criminals. Y'see
public perception is that these boys
stepped in, did our jobs for us and
then disappeared into thin air as we
fecklessly searched for them. The FBI
tends to take exception to such things.
They coulda sent anyone. They sent me.
Why do you think that is?
(BEAT)
Well, since we've broken the "Fuck
Barrier," allow me to be blunt.
(MORE)
11.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
It is because I am so fucking smart
that I make smart people feel like
retards. Now, we seem to be getting
off on the wrong foot here. I'd
appreciate a bit of cooperation. Let's
chalk it up to paying respect to the
memory of a dearly departed mutual
friend. A man who taught me everything
I know.
After a moment of consideration, the cops concede with nods.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Lovely.
(re: crowd)
Now what's with the circus?
DUFFY
The victim was killed late last night.
When people gathered for morning mass,
they found the front entrance chained
and padlocked. A locksmith came out,
cut the chain and surprise, surprise.
Cell phones. Half of them called the
cops. Half of them called the media.
But regardless...word's out.
Eunice turns and looks over the crowd.
EUNICE
And it looks like that's just the way
somebody wanted it. What say we scrape
the shit off this cow's ass, fellas?
Detective Greenly? Escort a lady onto
the crime scene?
GREENLY
What? No, yeah, no. Of course.
Greenly escorts her as Dolly and Duffy walk behind, mystified.
GREENLY (CONT'D)
Do you want a cup of coffee or
something?
EUNICE
Never touch the stuff.
INT. VESTIBULE -- MOMENTS LATER
Eunice stands, looking down the aisle at the altar. Behind her, the
Detectives are curios as Eunice slides on pink latex gloves.
12.
She puts in ear plugs and all ambient sound ceases. She starts
slowly down the aisle...
TOTAL SILENCE AS...Eunice inspects the smashed door of a
confessional booth. She looks over the body closely then turns from
the altar and walks to the detectives. She pulls her earplugs and
all sound returns.
EUNICE
It wasn't them...but I'm sure you boys
already knew that.
The detectives nod.
DUFFY
The two "V's." The victim and venue
don't add up.
EUNICE
Let's go with the venue first. Our
perpetrators are devout. They would
never commit such an act on sacred
ground. And as for the victim?
DOLLY
All their vics were criminals. Clearly
not the case here. So, it wasn't them
which means this is a local matter and
it falls under our jurisdiction. No
need for Federal involvement so with
all due respect...we'll see you later,
Special Agent Bloom.
Eunice stands right in front of Dolly.
EUNICE
Man, I hate it when people say that.
"With all due respect." Because it is
inevitably followed by a disrespectful
remark. I'll give you an example.
With all due respect, Detective, this
matter falls under whatever
jurisdiction I fuckin' say it does.
Dolly fumes. Duffy and Greenly share an "oh shit" look.
DUFFY
Uh, so...let's just...what can you tell
us about the shooters?
13.
EUNICE
Shoo-ter. Singular. And I can tell
you that he is left handed and how
shall I put this delicately...? He's a
short bastard.
DOLLY
(FACETIOUS)
One guy, lefty, short. Got it.
Eunice furrows her brow.
EUNICE
I'll show you what I'm talking about.
INT. CHURCH, ALTAR -- MOMENTS LATER
Close up on Greenly's enraptured face. We pull back and see he is
on his knees before Eunice and staring longingly between her legs.
EUNICE
Detective Greenly, you're the victim.
GREENLY
David. You can call me David.
EUNICE
Very well, David.
Duffy and Dolly stand behind Greenly, chest to chest, each mimicking
guns to the back of the kneeling cop's head.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
The Saints' signature stance. Copley
Plaza Hotel four years ago. Two men of
identical height put Yuri Petrova on
his knees and each dropped iron to the
back of his head.
This is torture for Greenly and he turns his head from Eunice's
crotch. She immediately adjusts him back into place.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Eyes front, David. The position of the
victim and the angles produced by the
killers' stance created a unique
scenario. The bullets criss crossed in
the skull and exited the eye sockets.
Here, this did not occur. The rounds
moved on a straight trajectory through
the back of the victim's head and out
the front. Which happens when...
14.
Eunice circles around, positioning herself between Dolly and Duffy.
She aims both hands to the back of Greenly's head.
DUFFY
...one guy's holding two guns to the
back of your head.
EUNICE
One guy.
INT. FLASHBACK, CHURCH -- NIGHT BEFORE
Crew Cut holds two guns to the back of the pleading priest's head.
He fires and McKinney falls. Crew Cut steps forward and we see his
face in the light. Piercing, ice blue, sociopathic eyes. WHIP PAN!
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, CHURCH -- MOMENTS LATER
EUNICE
Now, the victim falls forward. If you
please, David.
Greenly lays flat on his stomach.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
The killer approached the body from the
left side...
(Eunice approaches)
...and flipped him to the right.
DUFFY
Left handed.
EUNICE
Yep, southpaw.
INT. FLASHBACK, CHURCH -- NIGHT BEFORE
Crew Cut flips the body, showing little respect. He pulls out two
pennies and looks at them. He chuckles. WHIP PAN...
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, CHURCH -- MOMENTS LATER
DOLLY
But you said he was wicked short.
EUNICE
The Saints were later determined to be
five foot eleven inches tall. It's
just dumb luck that the Russian and
McKinney are the exact same height.
Eunice kneels, putting her pointer fingers just below Greenlys eyes.
15.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
The rounds exited Petrova's eye balls.
Here they came out the lower cheek.
She slides her fingers to Greenly's lower cheeks. He's putty.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Three, four inches below the eyes.
DOLLY
That puts him at five, seven-ish.
That's not uncommonly short.
Eunice stands and points the a broken down confessional booth door.
EUNICE
The killer posed as a late night
confessor. Once the victim entered the
booth the killer had him isolated. No
escape. Short stuff exits his
confessional and kicks in the door of
the priest's chamber...
INT. FLASHBACK, CHURCH -- NIGHT BEFORE
Crew Cut exits his confessional and kicks in the priest's door. He
pulls the terrified cleric out. Close on a gash in the door.
EUNICE V.O.
...leaving a crescent shaped
indentation which indicates that this
cowboy was wearing a boot with a
pronounced heel.
WHIP PAN!
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, CHURCH -- MOMENTS LATER
EUNICE
Gave him a couple inches. We're
looking at about five foot five,
gentlemen.
GREENLY
That's wicked short.
EUNICE
Wicked.
EXT. OPEN SEA -- DAY
We drift over open sea to a huge cargo freighter, the Killian
Farris, plodding toward Northeast.
16.
INT. SHIP'S DRY STORAGE LOCK -- MOMENTS LATER
Connor and Murphy stack grain. A MEXICAN SEAMAN (23yrs) appears...
DECK HAND
They're brawling in the hold! Better
get your bets in now!
INT. SHIP'S HOLD -- MOMENTS LATER
Seamen cheer as a large, ruffian GIANT (33yrs) and a Latino fight.
David and Goliath. Meet ROMEO (30yrs), pony tail, shorn sides and a
perpetual smile. Romeo's hands are chained behind him.
Romeo bobs, weaves and fakes, avoiding many punches. The Giant
spews angry French all the while. The boys step up as money moves
and men bet. Connor to the same Mexican Seaman in Spanish.
CONNOR
Why are his hands chained?
MEXICAN SEAMAN
Romeo's fast, man. He says the
Frenchman can't lay a hand on him.
MURPHY
But he can't hit him back.
MEXICAN SEAMAN
That's the bet. He's got to last five
minutes.
MURPHY
(to Connor, English)
This guy's fuckin' crazy.
The brothers whip out money and give it to the Sailor.
BOTH
Fifty on the Mexican.
We track with the fighting. Tattooed across Romeo's back, "LA
RAZA." Nearby, French ROUGHNECKS #1 and #2 scream in their native
tongue to the Giant and he stops and rests.
ROMEO
You should never fight a Mexican,
Frenchy. Pound for pound, the toughest
mother fuckers on earth. Know why? We
like pain. We like it, Pierre. I mean
think about it, "tabasco sauce." What
kinda fucked up people would even
invent that shit?
17.
The Giant swings but Romeo slides under his legs. Cheers! Romeo
jumps up, swinging his hands under his feet, still bound but in
front of him now.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
Don't be scared. Remember, I can't hit
you. I ain't gonna hit ya.
(avoiding blows)
Ain't gonna hit ya. Ain't gonna...
Romeo catches his opponent's wrist and wraps his chain around. A
kick in the stomach drops the Giant to his knees. Romeo locks the
man's head between his legs, scissor hold.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
Ooooo. Found the loophole, bitch!
The Giant falls. Romeo keeps his wrist locked as he chokes him out.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
Aughtta be a lawyer! Got the 'fine
print on y'ass! Pursuant to! Pro
bono! Pari Pasu! I'll knock you out
on contingency, mother fucker.
The Giant passes out and Romeo stands to cheers. Roughneck's #1 and
#2 fume as Romeo takes a bow. The boys clap.
INT. HATCHWAY -- MOMENTS LATER
Romeo emerges from the head, chains still on. Roughnecks #1 and #2
move down the hatchway toward him, wielding metal pipes. He looks
at his chains.
ROMEO
Oh, shit. FIRE! FIRE!
The brothers emerge from the shadows, cutting them off.
ROUGHNECK #1
Out of zee way!
The boys speak French. At first, the Roughnecks are surprised but
the argument escalates. The Roughnecks swing their pipes and in a
brutal display, the boys dispatch them quickly, leaving one
unconscious and the other gasping for air. The boys turn...
ROMEO
Whoa! Uh, merci, uh, si vous plait.
MURPHY
Just protectin' our investment. Ya
made us fifty bucks.
18.
ROMEO
Oh, thank, God. Irish, huh? Finally
some class. I'm Romeo.
CONNOR
(shaking hands)
Connor.
MURPHY
Murphy. Why were you yellin' "fire"?
ROMEO
I heard you were supposed to on t.v.
CONNOR
That's if you're gettin' raped.
ROMEO
Oh...I'd be more inclined to go with
something like, "THAT DOESN'T GO THERE,
MAN!"
They laugh as they move to the semi-conscious Frenchman.
LOW ANGLE: looking up at our trio, Romeo is in the middle.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
We saved your entire fucking country in
World War Two! Gee...thanks for the
statue!
Romeo's foot smashes to camera, blacking us out.
INT. VESSEL, BERTH -- NIGHT
The boys slumber, side by side in hammocks. We pull close on them.
Silence. They whisper in unison...
BOTH
Quis praesumis profanus apud Dominus?
(SUBTITLES)
Who dares trespass in the house of God?
Their eyes pop open.
INT. BERTH -- LATER
Murphy rigs a needle to an ink pen. Connor clicks on a hot plate.
The boys listen intently to a tiny hand radio nearby.
RADIO ANNOUNCER V.O.
People are still in shock as Father
McKinney was a beloved local cleric.
(MORE)
19.
RADIO ANNOUNCER V.O. (CONT'D)
His selfless contributions to the
community too numerous to list. In
related news, second generation crime
boss, Concezio Yakavetta has not
commented on whether he fears for his
own safety.
The boys flash with recognition.
BOTH
Yakavetta?
INT. HIGH CLASS HOME, DINING ROOM -- NIGHT
Rich, Italian decor, long table, laden with food. CAPOS 1-6 sit in
utter shock, looking to their boss, CONCEZIO YAKAVETTA (37yrs) who
heads the table.
CONCEZIO
So, there it is. I want everyone to
feel free to share their thoughts.
He returns to eating. A moment of silence then the Capos burst into
anger. Capo #1 slams a fist down and stands, silencing the lot.
CAPO #1
I can't believe none of us were
consulted on this! The disrespect!
We'd have never okay'd such a thing! A
priest! It's an infamita!
CAPO #2
Yeah! Are we not Catholics, for Christ
fucking sakes?!
CAPO #3
And just for simple revenge?! There's
no business in it! You've put us all
at risk here! The cops could be all
over us!
CAPO #4
Forget the cops! What about these
Saints fuckers?! These guys were long
gone! And now you're trying to bring
the devil right back to our doorstep?!
Concezio wipes his mouth, stands and adjusts his cuffs. He slowly
circles the table as he speaks.
20.
CONCEZIO
Six years ago, with the backing of an
adoring public, these vigilante fucks
put my father on his knees and executed
him...in public. Mi Patrigno, a blood
relative and benefactor to all of you.
Poppa Joe made you rich and his murder
remains un-revenged...
A few roll their eyes at this verbal blunder.
CONCEZIO (CONT'D)
This too, is infamita. These homicidal
maniacs nearly wiped this family out.
It's taken a lot of time to build
ourselves up again, brick by brick.
And now that we've re-acquiesced our
original power, can we really afford to
have these guys pop out of the woodwork
someday and try to finish the job when
we least expect it? Now, for those of
you who have forgotten, let's recap.
These fuckers walk into rooms full of
gangsters...
(denotes surroundings)
Outnumbered, outgunned. They kill
everyone...and leave.
Some look as if they are starting to get his point.
CONCEZIO (CONT'D)
You think I don't know that each one of
you's been waking up in night sweats
over this the last couple years? These
sons of bitches prison fucked us with
no lube, wiped their dicks on our
drapes and walked away! And we been
living in silent fear ever since. Oh,
we don't talk about it. Rape victims
often don't. But it's there. Knowing
they're still out there, somewhere.
Thinking...what if?
Fear and realization.
CAPO #4
Concezio is right. Pretending you
don't got a problem don't solve
nothing.
Heads nod in shameful agreement.
21.
CONCEZIO
Thank you, Doctor Phil. So, let's take
a moment to look at the serendiplious,
diperous, serendip...
(FRUSTRATION)
...type situation we find ourselves in
here. There's a good chance they'll
show. No catching us with our pants
down this time. We can deal with them
proactivitously. The cops were
embarrassed by these guys too. With a
second bite at the apple, they got
every reason in the world to crank up
the heat. And as for their doting
public. I'd imagine they're gonna lose
a few fans.
Heads nod all around. Sold.
INT. BERTH -- LATER
Murphy sits, bare chested on a crate. With the rigged pen, he
tattoos his brother's back. Connor cooks something, in a pot, on
the hot plate. The resin of anger is evident.
TATTOOS: Murphy's back has the crucified feet of Christ and
Connor's shows Christ's downcast head on the cross.
CONNOR
The prodigal son, huh? He wants us,
he's fuckin' got us.
MURPHY
But why would he do something so
public?
CONNOR
Think about it. People figure we did
it. Makes it more likely someone will
drop a dime. Way easier to get to us
in prison, isn't it, now.
The berth door is slightly ajar. In pops a bottle of Whiskey, then
Romeo's head. He's expecting a cheer but the brothers have their
backs to him. He's instantly taken by their ink.
MURPHY
But how would anyone recognize us?
CONNOR
You don't remember those sketches on
the news channel?
22.
MURPHY
Shit. That's right. Y'know, every
time they show those composites on TV
and then they catch the guy, it looks
nothin' like him. But ours?
CONNOR
Just our luck. We get Leonardo fuckin'
Divinci as a sketch artist.
Romeo listens with suspicion.
MURPHY
Maybe we should dye our hair.
CONNOR
What?
MURPHY
Yeah. These guys are always dyin'
their hair. You know, like in "The
Fugitive." It's covert and shit.
Connor smirks privately.
CONNOR
What color would you dye it?
MURPHY
I don't know...lighter, I guess.
CONNOR
Y'mean...blonde?
MURPHY
I didn't say that!
CONNOR
California, surfer boy, gay, gay
blonde?!
MURPHY
I'm warnin' ya!
CONNOR
Just keep your hands off my ass back
there and, "stay gold, Pony Boy."
Connor laughs heartily.
MURPHY
Fuck you!
23.
Murphy stabs the ink pen into his brother's shoulder.
CONNOR
AAAAAH!
Connor bolts up, knocking over the pot. Hot water and pennies
spread across the floor. Connor pulls the pen out.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
You motherfucker!
Romeo steps inside and sees the pennies.
MURPHY
Serves ya right!
The boys are just about to fight when...
ROMEO
Oh, shit.
The brothers snap their heads toward. A stunned Romeo points to
them, then the pennies.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
I know who you are. You guys are the
fuckin'....
MURPHY
SHUT IT!
Murphy moves behind Romeo, shuts the door and shoves him in.
ROMEO
Oh, this is so fucking cool, man. I'm
from Boston. I love you guys. Shit,
everybody does! I mean, holy fucking
shit! Maybe I could get in on this,
you know? Bring some La Raza ta this
thing. Spice it up a little. Hey, is
it true you guys say a prayer before
you grease somebody?
Connor pulls a gun. The boys jump on Romeo and pin him to the
floor. Murphy clasps a hand over Romeo's mouth. Connor puts the
gun to Romeo's head. Their faces glaze over, religious ecstasy...
CONNOR
And an awesome wailing was heard
throughout heaven...
Romeo's eyes go wide and muffled cries of terror are heard.
24.
MURPHY
...as the terrible hand of the Lord
struck upon the earth.
CONNOR
And as Almighty God created you...he
now calleth you home.
He pulls the trigger - "click."
CONNOR (CONT'D)
Ooops. Busy signal. We'll hafta
calleth back.
MURPHY
Let's have a shot while we're waitin'.
The boys laugh, snatch the bottle. Romeo is in shock.
ROMEO
That shit was NOT funny, man!
The brothers laugh harder. Romeo rolls on his side and slides a
hand down the back of his pants. He seems relieved.
ROMEO (CONT'D)
Oh, thank you, Jesus. Thought I
greased my drawers.
INT. BERTH -- LATER
The boys and Romeo smoke and pass the bottle around.
CONNOR
No.
ROMEO
But I got conex all over Bean Town.
Romeo'll hook you up like a tow truck!
MURPHY
No.
ROMEO
Why not?!
MURPHY
We don't hafta give you reasons.
Forget it.
ROMEO
It's because I'm Mexican, isn't it!
25.
CONNOR
How dare you, sir, insinuate such a
thing? The fact that you're a greasy
spic's got nothin' ta do with it.
The boys laugh.
ROMEO
I'm gonna let you have that one. Look.
I can do this. It's not rocket
science. You two find bad guys doing
bad shit and you kill them, right?
CONNOR
It's not that simple.
MURPHY
Yes it is.
CONNOR
S'pose you're right. I'd sorta hoped we
were a little more artistic than that.
ROMEO
Well, you ain't. Can't you guys see
it? This shit's fate, man. Like
preordained type shit. Mea fucking
Culpa! Why do you think you just
happened to be in that hatchway today?
MURPHY
Oh, don't start gettin' all super
fuckin' natural on us. We saw those
guys goin' in there!
ROMEO
Ah, ha! That's what you say. I say it's
because Jeeeeesus wanted it that way!
CONNOR
Oh, no.
ROMEO
Fine. Then what exactly do you intend
to do when you hit U.S. soil?
CONNOR
We'll go after all Yakavetta's people
and operations till we get to the man
himself.
MURPHY
Yeah, work our way up the food chain.
26.
The brothers seem pleased with themselves.
ROMEO
So, what's your first gig? What's the
first thing you gonna do?
The boys look to one another. They're stumped.
CONNOR
Well, I don't suppose we have a
succinct plan, y'know, per se.
MURPHY
Yeah. It's not fully developed yet,
y'know, as it were.
A slow smile splits Romeo's face.
ROMEO
You two need to chill in the green
room, sip on some Pellegrinos and let
your manager handle the details. And
you better get my Cub Scout badge
ready. Cuz if you want to kick
Yakavetta in the nuts, let him know
you're in town...Romeo's got an ace in
the hole for you.
INT. / EXT. NEWS FOOTAGE, MAN ON THE STREET INTERVIEWS
HOT DOG VENDOR
These guys have gone "mad dog" here.
They need to be put down.
CAB DRIVER
I think it's disgusting. I wish they'd
have stayed gone.
PEDESTRIAN
I don't believe it for a second! No
bleep-in way the Saints did it!
INT. BOSTON P.D., WAR ROOM -- MORNING
The CHIEF (50's) sits, arms folded. The detectives are present.
Eunice stands before a wall adorned with crime scene photos,
reports, Concezio and his Capos.
EUNICE
And that's all she wrote. Everything
points in the same direction.
She taps Yakavetta's picture on the wall.
27.
CHIEF
Why would Yakavetta want them back
here? Him of all people.
DUFFY
To have them executed. Revenge.
Oldest motive in the book.
GREENLY
The Saints killed his daddy six years
ago, right? He was inside when that
happened doing a nickel for extortion.
DOLLY
Yeah. From inside he could only do so
much. Since he got out nine months
ago, the Yakavetta's have regained
their original strength. Looks like
their clearing all their open accounts.
The Chief rubs his chin.
CHIEF
Well...it's a theory.
EUNICE
More than just a theory, Chief.
She nods to Duffy.
DUFFY
C.I.'s came back. Cold hits all
around. Concezio Yakavetta and his six
Capo Regime, all blood relatives, have
disappeared.
CHIEF
So?
GREENLY
So, it fits. He's gone to the
mattresses with his top brass. He's
protecting them till this is over.
EUNICE
And word's been put to all his
lieutenants that the Saints are to be
taken out, on sight.
DOLLY
That means his resources on the streets
are battening down the hatches, waiting
for them to show.
28.
CHIEF
Look, I been stone walling the media on
this thing but the Mayor's been riding
me like a rented mule here. I got half
of New England thinking the Saints
whacked a priest and the other half
thinking their innocent. Its a powder
keg. I'm talking riot gear at Celtics
games, here. I could clear them of
this murder, take the piss right out of
this thing, keep the peace in the
Commonwealth. Gimme one good reason
why I shouldn't go public right now.
EUNICE
Walk with me, Chief. Let's talk.
He stands and she takes his arm as they exit. Duffy quietly closes
the door and turns. Hushed tones...
DUFFY
This is not good. She's gunning for
the boys hard.
DOLLY
This brawd, trying to put a feather in
her cap is gonna get us locked up.
DUFFY
Just calm down.
GREENLY
And you know they'll send us to the
Hoag. We put half those deranged sex
freaks in there. I hope you guys like
cock sandwiches. Cuz we'll be eating
them for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
INT. PRECINCT HALL -- SAME TIME
The Chief and Eunice walk down the hall.
EUNICE
I understand you got a job to do,
Chief. But if Yakavetta even sniffs
that we're onto him, he puts a bullet
in Napoleon's head, plants him at the
bottom of the ocean and walks. This
pint sized killer is the only thing
that puts Yakavetta right in the middle
of this. It is imperative that we find
this man.
29.
The Chief looks as if he is sold.
INT. WAR ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
In hushed tones.
DUFFY
We need to figure what we're gonna do
when the boys show and start doin' what
they do best. Cuz that's when the
shit's really gonna hit the fan.
DOLLY
That's another thing. Everyone's
assuming that they're going to come
back. I mean, we got no way of knowing
that for sure.
GREENLY
(ray of hope)
Yeah. That could totally happen. They
could not come back.
DUFFY
What dream world did you two just slip
into?!
They argue. Duffy snaps a photo of the dead priest from the wall.
DUFFY (CONT'D)
Point blank! We know the boys. Is
there any part of you that thinks
they're are just going to let this
slide? Believe this. They are either
on their way...or they're already here.
EXT. BOSTON, DOCKS, PARKING LOT -- NIGHT
CLOSE ON: Connor, Murphy and Romeo peaking over a concrete wall.
Three sets of eyes.
Our trio is atop a dumpster, peaking over at the loading dock.
Chinese Gangsters supervise unloading of crates onto a flatbed.
ROMEO
It's been all over the papers the last
two years. Yakavetta's in bed with the
Chinese. They're using international
shipping routes to smuggle it in. This
is Little Yaka's shit.
Connor and Murphy smile.
30.
CONNOR
Let's follow 'em down the rabbit hole,
Alice.
Murphy claps Romeo on the shoulder.
MURPHY
You just scored a few points, Rome.
ROMEO
Well, dust off my "Members Only"
jacket.
(pulls set of keys)
Cuz the kid has also supplied the ride!
INT. CAR -- LATER
Murphy looks displeased. We hear a stressing motor. Romeo drives,
Murphy sits shotgun. Connor is in back, loading guns. Pull back to
reveal our trio rides in a '68 VW Bug. It is green with patches of
Bondo, exposed engine, low-pro rims, neon runner board lights - a
low riding "work in progress."
MURPHY
I thought you said your car was
inconspicuous.
ROMEO
I don't like words that got 'spic'
right in the middle. Besides, it
is...where I live.
MURPHY
Where's that? Pimpville?
ROMEO
Hey! I hail from a colorful people.
Besides, you wouldn't know style if it
pitched a tent in your ass!
(looks into rear view)
What do you think of the ride, Conman?
CONNOR
The only way I could be more
embarrassed right now is if I was
ridin' a moped.
MURPHY
Yeah...while fuckin' a fat girl.
CONNOR
Yeah...rollin' through the gym at my
high school reunion.
31.
ROMEO
All right! I get the fucking point!
INT. WAREHOUSE -- LATER
CHINESE GANGSTERS #1-#5, shovel mounds of coffee grounds out of
crates and pull kilos of white powder. Machinery noise in b.g.
EXT. WAREHOUSE -- SAME TIME
CLOSE ON: Three sets of eyes peaking over oil drums.
Our trio watches as a DOCK WORKER (22yrs) drives a forklift,
unloading the crates from the flatbed and driving them through the
huge open bay doors. The boys and Romeo huddle up.
CONNOR
O'kay, here's the plan.
EXT. "THE PLAN," WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT
The "Queen" classic, Another One Bites the Dust, presides over this
fantasy sequence. The boys, looking more "quaffed," do a pointless
slow motion walk toward the forklift, throwing up their collars.
Romeo, also looking polished, executes a "Dan Tana" pistol whipping
on the Dock Worker who perfectly out of frame.
INSIDE WAREHOUSE: The lift pulls to a stop before the gangsters,
crate on the forks. Romeo is behind the wheel.
SLO-MO: Connor and Murphy pop from the crate and fire on their
Asian foe, hitting each squarely in the chest.
SLO-MO: The boys leap down and light cigs as Romeo does the "one
arm action star hang" off the side of the lift in b.g. WHIP PAN...
EXT. WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
CONNOR
We skin out, go ta Doc's for a shot of
Irish. We're home in time for tacos.
Murphy looks unsure. Connor turns to his brother.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
What?
MURPHY
Well, it's...uh...you know, it's...
32.
ROMEO
It's genius. I can even drive an F-
lift, man. Got my class "D" license
and everything.
CONNOR
Now, dat's the spirit.
ROMEO
I need a gun.
CONNOR AND MURPHY
Forget it.
ROMEO
What the fuck? I'm in on this shit,
man! I'm working here!
The boys look to each other. Murphy shrugs. Relenting, Connor
pulls a metallic object and shoves it in Romeo's hand.
CONNOR
You can consider yourself a fuckin'
pledge until we say different.
Romeo holds up the gun in displeasure, a tiny .22 caliber lady's
purse pistol. Murphy snickers.
ROMEO
Can I consider myself your girlfriend,
too?
CONNOR
That's what you get. Is there a
problem?
ROMEO
(beat, fuming)
It's fine.
Connor scopes the warehouse. Murphy claps Romeo on the shoulder.
MURPHY
Don't worry, Rome. Shit like this
builds character.
ROMEO
Yeah, the character of a little bitch.
MURPHY
Now, dat's just unprofessional.
He turns and joins his brother as Romeo continues sulking.
33.
MURPHY (CONT'D)
What do we think?
CONNOR
I think Yakavetta murdered a good man
just to send us a message.
MURPHY
Well...let's send him one back.
As they spirit themselves off. DISSOLVE TO...
INT. WAREHOUSE -- LATER
CRIME SCENE: Crime scene workers toil. We do not see specifics of
the scene, just enough to see the place is trashed and the bodies.
Greenly prowls the scene with his iPod playing. His musical choice
is the 80's Nightranger standby, "Motoring." He riffs on air guitar
while assessing. Dolly and Duffy look on...
DOLLY
(re: Greenly)
Why?
DUFFY
I don't know.
EXT. WAREHOUSE -- SAME TIME
Eunice walks toward the crime scene with the CHIEF (50's).
CHIEF
Your boss, John Kuntsler called. Tells
me you got a problem with authority.
EUNICE
Absolute horse pucky, Chief.
Unfortunately, authority's developed a
problem with me.
CHIEF
And what's that?
They enter the...
INT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
EUNICE
Well, y'see, I am currently in
possession of a vagina.
34.
CHIEF
Oh, Jeez, that's not...
EUNICE
So you spoke to Kuntsler. Anything
else.
They reach the Detectives. Greenly, still rockin', doesn't notice.
CHIEF
If it's confirmed that the Saints are
back and too many bodies start showing
up with pocket change...
(re: his eyes)
...he's gonna pull you and step in.
EUNICE
Message delivered, Chief.
CHIEF
Listen. I'll fend him off. Just work
fast.
She smiles and nods. Greenly removes his ear pieces.
GREENLY
It's not them.
INT. WAREHOUSE -- LATER
Eunice as she kneels at a body. She stands and pulls her ear plugs.
EUNICE
It's them.
Greenly looks emasculated. Dolly and Duffy smirk at him. Eunice
stands and prowls the scene, intense, intrigued, in her own world...
EUNICE (CONT'D)
A wise man once told me. Where a man's
actions are firmly bound to an
unshakable faith one's worst nightmares
become sudden, terrifying reality.
Pennies in eyes. Hands crossed on bodies.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Y'can almost smell the brimstone,
can'tcha?
DOLLY
What do you think happened here?
35.
EUNICE
Oh, this was a plan that fell to
pieces. A lot here doesn't make sense
which is why it makes perfect sense. I
believe things in our fair little city
just got downright biblical.
EXT. FLASHBACK, WAREHOUSE -- EARLIER
On the flatbed, the brothers shovel coffee out of the final crate
which rests on the forks of the lift. Below them stands the Dock
Worker holding his bleeding head. Romeo covers him with his 22.
DOCK WORKER
You didn't have to bash me in the
skull.
ROMEO
Sorry, man. We got a plan going, here.
Technically, I was supposed to knock
you out.
DOCK WORKER
Christ! You got a gun. You could have
just pointed it at me and said SCRAM!
Connor points his gun at the Dock Worker.
CONNOR
SCRAM!
DOCK WORKER
You got it!
He runs off. Romeo turns up to them.
ROMEO
So, let's not let this one, small
incident get in the way of...
CONNOR
Shut up and get behind the fuckin'
wheel!
Romeo hops into the driver's seat.
MURPHY
Well, at least the plan is off to a
winning start.
CONNOR
Go fuck y'rself.
36.
They pull wrapped white kilos. Connor dips in a finger and tastes.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
It's heroin.
MURPHY
How the fuck would you know?
CONNOR
Fuck you. I know shit.
INT. WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Romeo's winging it, jerky moves, grinding gears as the forklift
staggers across the mammoth warehouse toward the gangsters at the
opposing end. The crate blocks Romeo from view. He's driving blind
as the rickety crate jiggles on the forks.
INSIDE CRATE: Connor and Murphy are sardined, back to back.
MURPHY
Jesus! What the fuck's he doin'?!
CONNOR
He can't see where he's goin'!
Murphy peaks through a crack.
MURPHY
Shit! Tell him to go left, now!
Connor puts his mouth to a knot hole.
CONNOR
Go left! Go left!
ROMEO
What?!
Connor sticks his finger out the hole and points. Romeo wrenches
the wheel and they narrowly avoid machinery. The crate rocks...
MURPHY
I can't fuckin' believe I let you talk
me into this! This is a stupid plan!
CONNOR
I didn't notice you throwin' out any
ideas, ya creative asshole!
MURPHY
Fuck you!
37.
The boys start elbowing each other in a close quarters scrap while
hurling obscenities.
ROMEO
Hey! What's goin' on in there?!
INSIDE CRATE: Murphy suddenly stops, eyes wide as he looks through
the crack. They are headed for a "Mechanic's Well." A long,
rectangular cement hole in the floor six feet deep.
MURPHY
Jesus Christ! Tell him to stop!
Connor slams his mouth to the knot hole.
CONNOR
BRAKES! BRAKES! BRAKES!
A few of the Chinese turn as Romeo slams on the brakes, screeching
to a halt just before the well. The crate slides right off and
falls in, disappears from sight. CRASH!
A large cloud of coffee dust plumes. A wide eyed Romeo is exposed.
The Asian gangsters stare in shock.
Hard techno music! Suddenly, Romeo whips it in reverse, cranks the
wheel guns it and navigates the well. Speeds toward the gangsters.
MECHANIC'S WELL: (SLO-MO) The brothers burst from the debris,
covered in coffee grounds and white powder. They draw their weapons
and walk toward the ramp at the well's opposing end.
The Chinese pull and start firing. Romeo dives off and rolls behind
some machines. The lift continues on target.
The brothers emerge and tear right in, firing at the gangsters.
Romeo fires his useless 22. In the ensuing fire fight the brothers
kill all but Chinese Gangster #3.
The forklift crashes through the table with the stacked heroin.
SLO-MO: The brothers slam the final Gangster to his knees and level
to the back of his head and recite the following in synchronicity...
BROTHERS
And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my
Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended
forth from Thy hand, that our feet may
swiftly carry out Thy command. So, we
shall flow a river forth to Thee and
teeming with souls shall it ever be.
(MORE)
38.
BROTHERS (CONT'D)
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus
Sancti.
POP! POP! They kill him. DIP TO BLACK...
INT. WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Haunting music. Black and White film as Connor and Murphy take
great care in ritualizing the bodies. They place pennies in eyes
and cross hands over chests. WHIP PAN...
EXT. BACK TO PRESENT, WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT
Bodies are wheeled out in the b.g. as Dolly and Greenly talk
privately with Eunice.
DOLLY
Just got a call from my best snitch.
Never steered me wrong. He says its
this guy.
(hands Eunice mug)
"Gorgeous" George Tuffano. He's
trusted bruglione to Yakavetta but not
blood. He's been left control of the
streets. He's running all of it.
Eunice looks over the mug shot.
GREENLY
They call him "Gorgeous" cuz he likes
his silk suits and jewelry. He's even
got the 'out of season' fake bake going
on, a real peacock, this guy.
EUNICE
Yeah, I heard of this rodeo clown.
Duffy approaches, hands Eunice a tiny bullet in a baggy.
DUFFY
Ballistics just dug it out.
They all look perplexed.
EUNICE
A twenty two? You gotta be kidding me.
That's like bringing a knife to a
gunfight.
GREENLY
Yeah, or like bringing a really small
gun...to a gunfight.
They all blank stare Greenly for a moment. Moving on.
39.
DUFFY
I don't know. Ballistics is reading
three shooters. This is one of them.
EUNICE
Well, I'm having a hard time believing
that one of the three most lethal
individuals on the planet just switched
over to bird shot.
DOLLY
Maybe we're reading it wrong. The
priest was a frame job, right?
DUFFY
Yeah, maybe somebody's trying to
eliminate some competition here.
Eunice considers this. The Detectives seem hopeful.
EUNICE
No, sir. It's them. But we just might
have ourselves a change in the line up,
here.
The detectives all look at one another nervously.
GREENLY
Fine, they're back. What's the plan?
EUNICE
Hell, we've just been called up to the
big show. We are tracking multiple
perpetrators, gentlemen. The plan? We
keep our ear to the ground and try to
figure out where Yakavetta's hiding.
Napoleon. We find him and flip him.
And as for the Saints...I'm gonna have
me a face to face with these boys one
way or the other.
She walks off. The cops look terrified.
DOLLY
Holy...fucking...shit.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- NIGHT
We see the hands of an OLD MAN (70) as he mists flowers in this lush
environment. He ambles to a shop table, wearing a metal leg brace,
circa 1950's and a corrective shoe, Polio. We do not see his face.
40.
CLOSE ON: small black and white TV on table. Breaking news. Live
from the crime scene...
REPORTER #3
Law enforcement has confirmed the
Saints are back!
This gives way to...
INT. / EXT. NEWS FOOTAGE
The Saints pencil composites are shown. From the studio...
REPORTER #1 V.O.
It's confirmed. The five drug
traffickers all involved in the heroin
trade were victims of the Saints.
STATIC! CHANEL CHANGES! Bodies are wheeled out...
REPORTER #2 V.O.
...several having close ties to the
Yakavetta Crime Family, confirming the
long suspected merger of the Chinese
Triad and the Mafia.
EXT. ALLEY -- LATER
CLOSE ON: A metal door opens revealing DOC (60's).
DOC
BOYS!
The brothers and Doc hug and greet as he ushers them in with Romeo
in tow. The bar is closed, empty.
DOC (CONT'D)
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I saw da nuh,
nuh, news channel. Are ya boys all
right?!
CONNOR
Sound as an Irish pound, Doc.
MURPHY
Is it too late for a shot?
DOC
Oh, the Lord told me you'd be comin!
He said, "Doc, they're comin" and I was
ta get everting ready. So I did.
Everting's ruh, ruh, ruh, it's all set.
41.
ROMEO
Uh, hem!
MURPHY
Oh, this is our Mexican.
DOC
(shaking hands)
How are ya, lad? They call
me...FUCK!...ASS!
ROMEO
Nice to meet you, Fuck Ass, I'm Romeo.
INT. UPSTAIRS STORE ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Doc turns on the lights and they all enter. There is a far more
ornate and ancient bar up here: gothic pool table, dusty boxes,
cots set up, blankets, towels, hot-plate etc.
THE BROTHERS
Holy shit.
DOC
The place used ta be an old speak easy
in the forties. I only use it for
storage, now.
Murphy is already opening a bottle of Irish.
ROMEO
This is so fucking cool.
DOC
Nobody even knows it's up here. You'll
be safe.
(POINTS)
You can get in and out the fu-fu-fire
escape.
ROMEO
You know what this is? This is our
hide out, man! We got a hide out!
CONNOR
What are you, fucking five years old?
MURPHY
Hey, Rome, we got sheets and
broomsticks. You could build yourself
a fort.
42.
ROMEO
Fuck the both of you!
INT. "HIDE OUT PARTY MONTAGE" -- NIGHT
Festive music. A brisket boils on the hot-plate. Romeo and the
boys drink and relate the evening's antics to Doc. Dissolve to...
Later, they all enjoy an impromptu dinner on the pool table. The
eating does not slow their banter and laughter. Dissolve to...
Later, music fades. Silence as Connor and Doc stare each other down
across the pool table. Neither flinches. Murphy and Romeo watch
with intrigue as Doc stiffles his urge to pop off.
DOC
(CONCENTRATION)
Not this time, ya little shit.
CONNOR
We'll see, old man.
A moment passes and Doc is literally shaking.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
Would somebody please come over here
and...
DOC
FUCK!
CONNOR
...me up the...
DOC
ASS!
The boys and Romeo burst into hysterics. Doc rages.
EXT. / INT. "BELLA SANTE SALON" -- MORNING
Eunice enters the swanky salon and moves across the lobby.
INT. MASSAGE ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
"Gorgeous" GEORGE (47yrs) is face down as a female masseuse works
his back, incense, mood music. Eunice silently slides in flashing
her badge, a finger to her pursed lips.
Uneasy, the woman continues her work as Eunice lotions her hands.
She covertly replaces the masseuse and motions her out of the room.
Eunice digs in as the fatted mobster moans with pleasure.
43.
GEORGE
Oh, yeah. Someone's been eating their
Wheaties. Yeah, get after it, girl.
Eunice grabs a large massage paddle with rubber fingers. She whips
George's towel off, winds up and smacks him on his bare ass, HARD!!
GEORGE (CONT'D)
AAAAAH!
George involuntarily jerks and rolls off the table.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
WHAT THE FUCK!?
He bolts to his feet.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
You fucking bitch!
He rounds the massage table, arms outstretched. Eunice draws her
side arm and sticks it in his face, halting him dead.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
EUNICE
What did you just call me?
GEORGE
Who are you?
EUNICE
Why, I'm a lady, George. That fact
alone demands a certain amount of...
(cocks hammer back)
...cordiality.
GEORGE
I'm, I'm sorry I called you that.
EUNICE
Well, how courteous of you to
apologize. Courtesy is so important.
Don't you agree?
GEORGE
Y, yeah...I'm with that.
EUNICE
Good. Now sit your fat ass down.
44.
George sits. Eunice reholsters, wiggles her skirt straight and sits
on the massage table. George looks at her legs as she slowly
crosses them. Trepidation as he covers his genitals. Eunice smiles
as she flashes her FBI credentials. George relaxes.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
(with intent)
Where is...Concezio Yakavetta?
GEORGE
I don't know.
EUNICE
Yeah. There's a lot of stuff you don't
know, Hoss. For instance, why aren't
you safely tucked away in some ivory
tower with all the other big wigs,
sucking on cannoli and shrimp cocktail?
Why are you the one he left on the
streets, George?
GEORGE
Someone's gotta run our legitimate
businesses. Someone's gotta make sure
that...
EUNICE
Someone's gotta chum the waters.
GEORGE
That's bullshit and I ain't saying
another fucking word to you.
EUNICE
Good. Then you can just listen. The
jig is up. We know Concezio had that
priest killed.
George snaps his head to Eunice in shock, then recovers.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Oh, surprise, surprise. Another thing
you don't know, I reckon. But why
would he tell you? You and your guys
on the streets, you're his bait. Y'all
just got thrown into a meat grinder.
Eunice goes to leave but stops and turns back.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Gorgeous George, huh? Expendable
George is more like it.
(BEAT)
(MORE)
45.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
By the by, you got a pretty nice ass
for a fat man.
EXT. ESTABLISHING SHOT, "EL CAVA" RESTAURANT -- DAY
A Mexican joint, tucked away down by the docks.
ROMEO V.O.
You wanna find something in Boston that
don't wanna be found you go to the
Oracle, ese. My Uncle Cesar is hooked
up with the Underground.
INT. RESTAURANT -- SAME TIME
The boys, Romeo and UNCLE CESAR (58yrs) sit in a booth. Cesar is
noble looking, silver hair. Silence as he looks them over.
CESAR
Word is, Yakavetta's gunning for you
boys hard. The whole city's on edge.
I even heard he posted a reward like
Jesse James style and shit. Any of his
guys that take you out gets his palm
crossed, two hundred and fifty grand.
ROMEO
Whew. A quarter of a mill for us?
CESAR
Us? What the fuck are you talking
about "us?"
They begin to argue in Spanish.
ROMEO
Uncle, why do you have to disrespect me
in front of them?!
CESAR
Cool it, Mr. Big Shot! A year ago you
were washing my pots and pans!
ROMEO
Well, I don't wash fucking pots
anymore! I'm part of this, Uncle!
CESAR
Hey! This isn't my first bar-b-que!
Now shut up and stop interrupting! Let
me talk to them and I'll figure out
whether your in on this or in your own
fucking fantasy world!
46.
Romeo swallows his anger. Murphy speaks Spanish.
MURPHY
He's in. All the way in.
Cesar looks at Murphy surprised. In English.
CESAR
Is my nephew pulling his weight?
Connor nods while tapping his chest.
CONNOR
Mucho corazon.
Cesar looks to his nephew with a new found respect and touches his
hand. Romeo is very affected by this. Back to business.
CESAR
Gorgeous George is running the show for
Little Yaka. Drugs, prostitution,
sharking, the whole cha cha. If
anybody knows where he is, it's that
fat fucking pedico. I'll put it out on
the wire.
INT. THE GREEN MACHINE -- LATER
Romeo quietly weeps as he drives. The brothers are "highly aware"
and give respectful silence. As Romeo sniffles we show slow motion
remembrances of Cesar nodding and giving Romeo a look of respect and
then touching his nephew's hand.
Back in the Green Machine - an excruciating amount of time passes.
Murphy tries to break the ice.
MURPHY
Hey, uh, maybe we should...
CONNOR
Shut up. Romeo's crying.
A moment of silence....then all three burst into laughter.
ROMEO
You fucking assholes!
INT. PRUDENTIAL BUILDING, LUXURY APARTMENT -- DAY
A sprawling high rise apartment, overlooking Boston: buffet table,
plasma screen, etc. The Capos are taking advantage of the
amenities. Concezio's not here. Capo #5 - #6 fill their plates...
47.
CAPO #5
That shipment of "H" was gonna square
our books for six months. Shit.
CAPO #6
We always bounce back. Besides, look
at the bright side. Better the chinks
than us, right.
CAPO #5
I guess. Like the boss said...
(Concezio impression)
"This is war. There's gonna be
casuwalities."
They laugh. Suddenly, George enters with an overnight bag. The
Capos are confused. Feigning a capitol mood...
GEORGE
Oh! Like the Roman Empire in here!
Where's all the concubines and shit?
George laughs. Nobody else does. He looks at the food table. We
pull close on shrimp cocktail and cannoli. A look of dread.
CAPO #3
George. What gives, here?
GEORGE
I need to see the Boss, right away.
CAPO #4
Jimmy the Gofer!
In hustles JIMMY THE GOFER (20's), skinny, weak looking.
CAPO #2
(to Jimmy)
Il cortina.
Jimmy draws back a large curtain, exposing a steel panic room. Next
to the vault door, is a video screen which displays the unamused
face of Concezio. His voice booms over loudspeakers.
CONCEZIO
Get over here!
GEORGE
Whoa!
George hustles over. He stands before the screen, confused.
48.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Uh. Hey, Boss! I just came by to...!
CONCEZIO
Push the talk button, numb nuts.
GEORGE
Oh.
(he does)
Can you here me? Over.
CONCEZIO
I can hear you fine, Smokey and the
Bandit. Now, what the fuck are you
doing here?
GEORGE
Everything's in motion. All our guys
are gunning for these Jesus Freaks. I
figure, no need for me to be on the
streets no more. So, which room do I
take, eh?
CONCEZIO
You stupid motherfucker! I told you,
you're on the streets till this is
over! Now get the fuck outta here!
A terrified George hustles for the door.
CONCEZIO (CONT'D)
And don't come back here till I tell
you to, you fat fucking waste of space!
George trips over his luggage. The Capos giggle.
INT. HOTEL ROOM -- EVENING
Cheap, depressing room. Crew Cut, in his underwear, repairs a
broken rosary chain with string and puts it on.He pulls a shoe box
from a shopping bag. The brand is "Hushes." Slogan: "Measure up
to your dreams."
He puts on one shoe. Crew Cut stands before the mirror going up and
down on the one shoed foot, noting the height that has been added.
The shoe has been cleverly constructed to disguise the higher heel.
EXT. AUTO BODY -- EVENING
We are out back, among scrap cars. George talks with JO JO RHAMA
(38yrs). Jo Jo is built like a fire plug and clearly a hoodlum.
49.
JO JO
A priest. The sick fuck.
GEORGE
And he leaves all of us on the streets
holding the bag while him and his are
living it up at the Taj fuckin' Majal,
not a care in the world.
JO JO
So, until the Saints get popped, we're
all lambs to slaughter?
GEORGE
Yeah! And he don't care how many of us
they wipe out in the meantime!
JO JO
What do you need me to do, Skipper?
GEORGE
Spread the word to all the brugliones.
No bullshit. From your mouth to their
ears.
JO JO
Everyone? North and South? That could
get a little dicey.
GEORGE
Fuck their old grudges. All of them
are in this, like it or not. Tell them
everything we discussed.
JO JO
Even the panic room thing?
GEORGE
Sure.
JO JO
Good. That's a nice ice breaker.
They'll get a kick outta that. I
didn't even know those things were
real. I thought they made that shit up
for that movie? With that brawd and
that kid? With those guys in that
house?
GEORGE
Panic Room?
50.
JO JO
Naw, the other one.
GEORGE
Stop fuckin' around! This is serious
shit, here! Tell 'em we meet tomorrow
night. I'll call you with the
location.
EXT. AUTO BODY -- MOMENTS LATER
POV of binoculars as we see George exit the front of the auto body.
INT. HOTEL ROOM -- SAME TIME
Crew Cut looks through his binoculars as he continues to bounce up
and down on his special shoe. He smiles at the site of George.
INT. BOSTON POLICE DEPARTMENT, WAR ROOM -- NIGHT
A table laden with clip boards, bagged evidence, reports, etc.
Eunice finds a baggy with a tiny wooden bead in it. Greenly enters.
GREENLY
Tap's up and running on George's cell.
EUNICE
(holds up baggy)
What's this?
GREENLY
Rosary bead. They found it pushed into
the carpet near the victim. Father
McKinney wasn't wearing a rosary so
it's probably been there a while.
Duffy comes in with a stack of papers. He heaves it down.
DUFFY
The results on all 864 prints found at
the scene. All match churchgoers or
clergy but one. The partial on the
priest's watch is still unidentified.
Eunice looks perplexed. Dolly enters, sipping coffee.
EUNICE
That's horse shit. Everyone gets
printed nowadays. They're inking up
snotgobblers in kindergarten, now.
51.
DOLLY
It's a brick wall anyway. We know
Napoleon was wearing gloves. Lab got
zilch off the chain and lock. The
pennies came up clean too.
EUNICE
(FRUSTRATED)
I'm gonna go powder my nose.
Greenly stares at her ass as she exits.
GREENLY
Aw, man. Daddy would knock that out
like Mike Tyson.
Eunice suddenly re-enters the room with emergency.
GREENLY (CONT'D)
What?! I didn't say nothing!
Eunice is absorbed a photo on the wall of the priest's hand.
EUNICE
McKinney wore his watch on his left
hand.
She turns and holds up the baggy.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Where was this found exactly?!
Duffy goes to a mock up of the victim's body position on the wall.
DUFFY
Right here, off his left elbow. Where
are you going with this?
EUNICE
Dolly, get on the phone! Find out
which wrist he wore his rosary on and
if he was wearing it that night!
Duffy, run that partial through DMV!
David put it through INTERpol! Just
get an I.D.! Now! Come on! Vamoose!
They all dart out. With fire in her eyes, she looks closely at a
picture of the priest's wrist watch on the wall.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
You took your glove off, didn'tcha
Cowboy. Now, why would you go and do a
damn fool thang like that?
52.
INT. FLASHBACK, CHURCH -- NIGHT
Crew Cut finishes ritualizing the priest and looks deeply at his
victim. He removes a glove and places his tiny hand next to
McKinney's large one. Silent rage. Bare handed, Crew Cut snatches
the priest's rosary from about his wrist, breaking the bead chain.
INT. MAUSOLEUM -- MORNING
The brothers and Romeo walk through the Mausoleum. They approach a
grave slate with respect. The name reads, "David Della Rocco."
There is a picture of him. Murphy narrows his eyes and leans in.
MURPHY
What the...did they use his mug shot?
CONNOR
What? No.
MURPHY
You remember how he told us he was
embarrassed cuz the guy had to hold up
all his long hair behind his head?
CONNOR
Aye.
MURPHY
Look at that.
We see Murphy's finger denote a bad "airbrush" job.
MURPHY (CONT'D)
That's an arm.
Connor looks close.
CONNOR
Oh...that's fuckin' harsh.
The boys look at one another, then bust out laughing.
MURPHY
Y'er one of a kind, Roc.
ROMEO
So, am I as good as this guy, or what?
CONNOR
You, sir, are no David Della Rocco.
A sound. Instantly, the boys turn and level weapons. There stands
ROY (32yrs) thick glasses, geeky. He drops his flowers.
53.
ROY
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Holy shit!
(beat, recognition)
HOLY SHIT! You're the Saints! I'm
Roy, it's an honor. Huge fan!
The boys reholster and look to one another. Disapproval.
CONNOR
We're developin' quite the cult
following in the old neighborhood.
The boys continue to chat with Roy as Romeo answers his cell.
ROMEO
Que pasa.
It's Cesar.
CESAR
I got that info you wanted, mijo.
INT. TANNING SALON -- NIGHT
The Salon Manager approaches the back door with keys in hand.
CESAR V.O.
The place is Tropical Tan on Bunker
Hill. It's where the fat fucking juedo
gets his fake bake at. He's got a
secret appointment. Once a week, never
misses. Eight o'clock, tonight.
The Manager lets George slip in. He steels into a tanning room.A
Mexican towel boy has spied George. He picks up a phone...
INT. MAUSOLEUM -- MOMENTS LATER
Romeo snaps his phone shut and turns to the boys.
ROMEO
We got him.
ROY
(re: Romeo)
Who's this, your new sidekick?
(extends hand)
Pleased to meet you. I'm Roy.
ROMEO
How would you like me to sidekick you
in the ass, Roy?
54.
CONNOR
(GIGGLING)
Let's go.
The three walk for the door, leaving Roy behind.
ROY
I, I didn't mean to...
ROMEO
I'm sick of this shit! I've been
breaking my balls, here and I get
second banana billing! I...
MURPHY
I, I, I. There is no "I" in team, ya
selfish prick.
ROMEO
Yeah?! Well, there's an "I" in "Fuck
you!
EXT. GRAVEYARD -- MOMENTS LATER
Moody music as our trio walks through the gravestones.
INT. "TROPICAL TAN," TANNING ROOM -- NIGHT
The brothers and Romeo sneak up to the tanning bed. George sings a
Sinatra tune as his fat stomach props the cover up like a half open
clamshell. Suddenly, Murphy leaps up and sits on the cover. George
is being crushed beneath his weight. Connor kneels.
CONNOR
Lovely voice. We'd like ya ta sing for
us. What do ya say?
George struggles and nods. Murphy hops off. George spills out, hot
pink Speedos. On all fours and breathing heavy...
GEORGE
It's getting hard to be a fucking
gentleman of leisure, here!
The boys pull weapons and throw him against the wall in a Jesus
Christ pose, pinning his hands with their guns.
MURPHY
We want the shooter you motherfuckers
used on that priest.
GEORGE
I don't know who it is.
55.
The boys cock back the hammers on their weapons.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
It's the truth! Concezio didn't tell
no one what he was doing cuz he knew
nobody would have o'kay'ed it! The
shooter's an independent contractor!
That's all I know!
CONNOR
Where's Yakavetta hidin'?
GEORGE
The Prudential! Fortieth floor! Jesus
Christ!
A ringing phone is heard. Romeo pulls George's Blackberry from
nearby. He tosses it to Connor. Text message, "WHERE?"
CONNOR
You meeting someone tonight, George?
GEORGE
Yeah. The brugliones.
MURPHY
The what?
GEORGE
Yakavetta's racket chiefs. Street
guys.
(suddenly brightens)
Your kind of guys. You could take a
real bite outta crime here, huh? I
could help you.
CONNOR
(re: phone)
What's this?
GEORGE
Nobody forgot what you guys did to us
last time. They're staying indoors. I
give out the location an hour before.
ROMEO
My Uncle's place is closed tonight. I
got the key.
MURPHY
It's down by the docks. Dead as a
doornail at night.
56.
CONNOR
Yeah. You could set off fourth of July
fireworks in dat place and nobody would
hear. How's Mexican for you, George?
GEORGE
No difference to me. I think I just
shit my Speedos, anyway.
INT. EUNICE'S MERCEDES -- NIGHT
Eunice drives. Her cell rings. She checks the I.D. then...
EUNICE
How do, David?
Greenly is at his desk. Alternating coverage.
GREENLY
Hey, DMV came up dry on the partial.
INTERpol's still working it. Should
only be another couple of hours.
EUNICE
Lovely. Anything else?
GREENLY
Yeah. Nothing big. We just dumped a
text message from George's cell. Just
two words. "El Cava." It's a Mexican
joint down by the docks. He sent it to
his enforcer, Jo Jo Rhama. Guess
gangsters gotta eat too, huh?
EUNICE
I think I'll drop in on their supper,
see if I can shake them up a little.
GREENLY
You need a body guard?
EUNICE
No thank you, Mike Tyson. Bye now.
GREENLY
Bye.
She hangs up and we are left with Greenly. Red handed.
GREENLY (CONT'D)
Oh, shit.
57.
INT. "EL CAVA," KITCHEN -- LATER
Close up, three shot. George, looking very uncomfortable, is
flanked by the brothers. He is positioned to covertly view the
restaurant from the kitchen.
We see NORTHSIDE BRUGLIONEs #1 - #3 and SOUTHSIDE BRUGLIONES #1 and
#2 are at the bar.
GEORGE
Just two more to go. Uh...You guys are
gonna let me go, right?
MURPHY
We'll see, won't we.
George grimaces. Looks as if he'll cry.
GEORGE
Jesus, this is some embarrassing shit.
We see the three men from behind. George is still in his Speedos,
which now have a pronounced shit stain in back.
INT. EL CAVA, BAR -- MOMENTS LATER
Romeo, frazzled and in a busboy uniform, has got two blenders of
margaritas going. The Brugliones mow through appetizers.
Northside doesn't interact with Southside and there is an empty bar
stool between them. N.S. Bruglione #1 slides Romeo a platter.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #1
Yo, spicaroo. More nachos and mas
salsa, capisce?
S.S. BRUGLIONE #1
Hey and I need a refill there, pepe?
ROMEO
Si, muchachos.
SOUTHSIDE BRUGLIONE #3 enters behind everyone. All suddenly turn,
going for their guns.
S.S. BRUGLIONE #3
Whoa! Easy...Jesus.
Everyone calms. S.S. Bruglione #3 gives a respectful nod to the
Northside guys but sits with his own.
58.
INT. EL CAVA, KITCHEN -- MOMENTS LATER
We do not see George just below frame as the boys are "working on
him" in some way, putting on finishing touches. Romeo barrels in.
ROMEO
These dagos are getting antsy and I'm
getting Spicaroo'd and Pepe'd. The
kid's about to go Poncho fucking Villa
out there!
CONNOR
Stick it out. Waitin' on one more.
EXT. PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
Jo Jo exits his Cadillac and walks toward El Cava. There is a
"closed for private function" sign on the door.
INT. JACKED UP SUV, NEARBY -- SAME TIME
Crew Cut watches Jo Jo. He dials his cell.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
From behind we see the Old Man gardening. He answers a ringing
phone, nearby. We do not see his face.
INT. SUV -- MOMENTS LATER
The following conversation is in Italian.
CREW CUT
He is not with them.
OLD MAN
Are you certain?
CREW CUT
Yes. It is only the sons. They have a
Spaniard with them. They will
slaughter everyone.
OLD MAN
Let them. If you kill the sons...the
father will come.
Crew Cut develops a sinister smile.
INT. EL CAVA, KITCHEN -- MOMENTS LATER
Connor watches Jo Jo greet the others. He turns to Romeo who is
angrily cooking up a storm.
59.
CONNOR
The gang's all here.
Without missing a beat, Romeo slams the hot pans into a dish sink.
He stands fuming with his hands on his hips.
ROMEO
Gimme my fucking bee bee gun.
MURPHY
Naw. You've earned your stripes, Rome.
Murphy throws him a .9 mm. Romeo smiles.
INT. BAR -- MOMENTS LATER
JO JO
So....where's Gorgeous?
Suddenly, George comes rolling out of the kitchen, unconscious and
tied, face down, to a bus cart. There is writing on his back.
Everyone pulls their weapons and moves toward.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #2
What the fuck is going on, here?
S.S. BRUGLIONE #2
Where's that spic barkeep? Yo, Pepe!
Where you at?!
As the gangsters achieve the cart, the brothers creep over the bar
in the b.g. Brugliones look down on George, painted on his back...
S.S. BRUGLIONE #3
"Erin go brah?" What the hell does
that mean?
Connor and Murphy are standing 25 feet behind them.
MURPHY
It's Irish for "You're fucked."
Hard core music as the Brugliones turn in horror. Everyone begins
firing and we have slow motion gunplay to pulsating music.
Several are chewed up as chests explode and they are blown into
George on the cart, knocking it over. George comes to.
Romeo appears and tears in, sending several more crashing into the
salad bar.
Murphy, while firing, dives back over the bar as bottles explode.
Connor rapid fires as he dives into a booth.
60.
The boys rise and lay out a second barrage, blasting the rest into
buffet tables and a soda fountain. The music cuts.
ROMEO
Viva La Mejico, bitches!
George bolts up. The bus cart is still tied to his fat belly.
GEORGE
Uh, I've seen the light! You guys have
really turned me around on this! I'm
like born again and shit! I swear!
MURPHY
(to Connor)
What do ya think? Let him go?
Connor slips one bullet in a revolver, spins the barrel and snaps it
shut. He points it to George's forehead. George weeps in earnest.
CONNOR
We'll let God decide if you get a
second chance.
He slowly cocks the hammer back, pulls trigger, "click."
CONNOR (CONT'D)
Well, praise the Lord.
The terrified ex-gangster staggers toward an exit while wriggling
out of his bonds. Just as he touches the door.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
George?
(George turns)
All good boys go to heaven.
George nods and exits. Romeo is confused as our trio gathers.
Connor tosses the bullet he palmed to Romeo and he nods.
MURPHY
Now, that was, perhaps the finest
example of spiritual guidance that I
have ever had the good fortune ta
witness.
CONNOR
Well, thank you very much. Mysterious
ways. Mysterious ways.
SLO-MO: Suddenly, Eunice bursts through the kitchen door and levels
her weapon at the brothers and Romeo. Romeo levels back.
61.
Eunice fires as the boys dive on Romeo. Crew Cut is revealed behind
our trio, firing from the shadows. Eunice and Crew Cut exchange
fire as the boys reload.
Eunice hits Crew Cut in the side. The assassin has a moment of
outrage but persists firing as he makes a hasty exit.
In the confusion it is a few moments before anyone realizes he is
gone. Silence falls. Presently, Romeo and the boys bolt up. Romeo
goes for the door and the boys level at Eunice.
CONNOR (CONT'D)
Drop the gun! Drop it!
She "places" her gun on a nearby table.
EUNICE
Easy fellas. I'm alone.
The boys are before her as Romeo returns.
ROMEO
He's gone.
CONNOR
Who are ya?
EUNICE
My name is Eunice Bloom...and I'm your
new guardian angel. A torch was passed
to me by a mutual friend, gone but not
forgotten.
The boys reholster. She drops her arms.
MURPHY
We heard about Smecker. He was a good
man.
CONNOR
Aye. You have our condolences.
EUNICE
And you have mine.
They shake.
CONNOR
CONNOR
MURPHY
Murphy.
62.
EUNICE
Very well...Connor, Murphy.
The boys nod. Romeo points to the front door.
ROMEO
Who the fuck was that guy?!
EUNICE
That, I suspect, was the shooter you
boys have been looking for.
The boys look at each other. Frustration. Anger.
ROMEO
Fucking...what the fuck?! Who the fuck
is this brawd?! And what the fuck's
going on, here?!
EUNICE
Let's speed this up before your new
sidekick's got to dig any deeper into
his impressive vocabulary.
The boys chuckle.
ROMEO
Oh, no you didn't.
EUNICE
I am an FBI agent who is controlling
this investigation from within, in
order to ensure that you gentlemen
never see the inside of a prison cell.
I am conspiring to do this with three
like minded individuals who have aided
you in the past. Though I have yet to
inform them of my agenda because, well,
girl's gotta have her fun.
MURPHY
Dolly, Duffy and Greenly?
EUNICE
The very same.
CONNOR
How are the lads?
EUNICE
Two of them are scared. One's just
horny.
63.
MURPHY
Bet'cha I can guess which one.
EUNICE
Bet'cha can but let's save it for
group. Right now, we have a big
problem.
CONNOR
What's that?
Eunice denotes the bodies.
EUNICE
This...simply won't do. We made a
deal. The big fish step in if your
body count gets too high and...
(re: carnage)
...you have been very naughty boys.
Rockin' music overtakes as we DISSOLVE TO...
INT. EL CAVA -- LATER
With Eunice directing them, the boys and Romeo restage the crime
scene. With a squeegee they move pools of blood across the linoleum
floor and re-position bodies.
The boys wrap Jo Jo's body in a tarp and put it in the Green
Machine. Romeo creates blood splatter with a turkey baster.
Romeo and the brothers place the guns they used in the hands of dead
gangsters as Eunice drops bullet casings in carefully chosen spots.
Romeo and the brothers leave with the utensils used to rig the
scene. The music fades, leaving Eunice in the center of...
INT. EL CAVA -- LATER
Silence. She removes her ear plugs and the sound returns. We are
on a very different looking scene. CSI, forensics, even Dolly and
Duffy wait with baited breath. Greenly is not present.
EUNICE
O'kay. Here's how it all went down.
Dolly and Duffy open their notepads.
INT. FLASHBACK, EL CAVA -- NEVER
Northside stands facing off with the Southside. All brugliones are
frozen in place. Eunice saunters down the middle. Cool music...
64.
EUNICE
A secret gathering of the Brugliones.
The topic of discussion? Weak
leadership and betrayal.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #1
Yakavetta's hiding from these Jesus
Freaks and making us look like pussies.
S.S. BRUGLIONE #1
And he's hanging all of us out to dry
to boot.
A pause as they size each other up.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #2
All right. I'll be the first to say
it.
EUNICE
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
So, even with all their old
vendettas...
N.S. BRUGLIONE #2
...I say fuck the Yakavettas.
EUNICE
And there it is. Guess what comes
next.
Eunice points to men as he moves down the line.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Red Rover. Red Rover.
S.S. BRUGLIONE #2
We're taking over.
EUNICE
Ah. Easier uttered than accomplished.
The North End and the South End may as
well be the Hetfields and the McCoys.
These fellas...they just don't get on.
All the Brugliones yell over one another.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #3
Fuck you! The North End built that
racket from the ground up!
65.
S.S. BRUGLIONE #3
South End's been carrying your fucking
asses for years!
N.S. BRUGLIONE #3
15 percent?! In your dreams, asshole!
S.S. BRUGLIONE #3
Whoa! Just went up to twenty, fuck
stick!
S.S. Brulione #1 flashes a gun in his waist band.
S.S. BRUGLIONE #1
You want some of this, you mutt?!
N.S. Bruglione #1 pulls his weapon.
N.S. BRUGLIONE #1
Let's see what you got!
They all pull and level at one another. They freeze in place and
all yelling ceases as Eunice walks down the middle.
EUNICE
Oh, the cliche. A Mexican stand off in
a Mexican restaurant.
Eunice looks deeply at all the men as she turns a slow circle.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
They cut each other to pieces...and
nobody walked away. Who knows who
fired first. Could have been any one
of them. But somebody let it loose.
(pointing to men)
And duck, duck, duck...
Eunice stands before S.S. Brulione #2.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Goose.
BOOM! They all start shooting as Eunice stands in the crossfire
unaffected. Men fall dead and we see the relevance of each thing
Eunice did to doctor the scene. WHIP PAN...
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, EL CAVA -- LATER
EUNICE
Yakavetta's lost control of the
streets.
(MORE)
66.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
They're fighting over his throne. This
was not the work of the Saints.
Heads nod agreement. Greenly enters and flashes a file to Eunice.
EXT. EL CAVA -- MOMENTS LATER
Press clamors for the story in the b.g. Eunice and the detectives
are in a private spot. Greenly excitedly hands her the file.
GREENLY
INTERpol came through.
Eunice opens the file. Picture of Crew Cut. Dolly and Duffy read
over her shoulder.
GREENLY (CONT'D)
You were right. Five foot five. Gotta
be the shooter.
Eunice smiles and speaks to Crew Cut's photo...
EUNICE
Are you ready for your fifteen minutes,
Sweetheart?
GREENLY
That ain't all. Short stuff's work
visa was signed by a sponsor that
doesn't exist and look at the date.
Two months after Nine Eleven.
EUNICE
Someone maneuvered it through the
system using false information during
the highest alert in U.S. history.
DOLLY
Yakavetta's just a gangster. He ain't
got the juice to pull that off.
EUNICE
You're darn tootin' he don't.
GREENLY
INS red flagged it like a motherfucker.
It's a shit storm.
EUNICE
Something stanks like manure.
The cops nod. Eunice turns and starts to move away...
67.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
We got someplace to be! Let's go!
INT. MERCEDES -- MOMENTS LATER
Eunice drives. The Detectives look nervous.
DOLLY
What is this? Where are we going?
EUNICE
It's time to revisit the scene of the
crime.
EXT. MCGINTY'S PUB -- LATER
Eunice pulls to a stop. At the sight of the place, the cops turn
white as a ghost. All exit the vehicle and walk toward.
GREENLY
It's after hours. I mean, if you
wanted a drink then...
EUNICE
37 bodies later and we're finally back
where it all began. Y'ever heard of
the southern expression, "We have an
elephant in the living room?"
She knocks on the door. The cops are mortified.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Hope you fellas brought some peanuts.
Doc opens it and lets them all into...
INT. MCGINTY'S -- CONTINUOUS
Connor and Murphy are seated at the bar. They turn. The cops are
dumbfounded. Duffy turns to Eunice, mystified.
DUFFY
You knew all along.
CONNOR
What? Ya don't call. Ya don't write.
Dolly actually drops to his knees in abject relief. Greenly laughs
and plants a kiss on Eunice's cheek. Doc pours shots. Eunice
smiles as all her guys hug and make merry. DISSOLVE TO...
68.
INT. MCGINTY'S -- LATER
Doc smiles from the bar as the group raises for a toast.
MURPHY
I'm glad we got the band back
together...
(re: Romeo)
...even though our new bass player's
kind of a retard.
They all laugh, cheers and drink. Conversations buzz all around.
Eunice chats with the boys as she sips a cosmo.
CONNOR
So, where'd you learn ta shoot like
that?
EUNICE
My Daddy was an old six gun shooter. A
real cowboy.
MURPHY
Guess that makes you a cowgirl, eh?
Thanks. Saved our asses.
EUNICE
Don't mention it. Now, we have a
little business to go over before you
celebrate in earnest.
She hands the INTERpol file to the brothers.
CONNOR
This is the guy?
EUNICE
That's the guy. He's a Sicilian
immigrant, name of Ottilio Panza.
MURPHY
Five, five? He's short bastard isn't
he?
EUNICE
Yes...and well put. He'll be front
page news in the morning but we have to
assume Yakavetta already knows we've
ID'd his guy. We can't give him time
to 'Plan B' us.
69.
MURPHY
We're hittin' him tomorrow night. Dat
soon enough?
Everyone else cuts their conversation and listens.
EUNICE
Should be. Where's it gonna happen?
CONNOR
The Pru.
DOLLY
The Prudential Building? What are you,
cracked?
GREENLY
Why don't you just do it on center ice
at a fucking Bruin's game?!
CONNOR
Dat's where the man is so dat's where
we're goin'. No guts no glory, Green
Beans.
MURPHY
In fact, we could use a few extra
hands...that is if you fellas can still
get yer Irish on.
GREENLY
Hey, I got balls for days, pally. I'm
a fucking sack-o-matic.
They all chuckle.
DOLLY AND DUFFY
We're in.
EUNICE
(to all)
Well, you boys have fun. Connor,
Murphy? Escort a lady to the door?
They each offer an arm and move her toward the door.
CONNOR
Y'sure you don't wanna hear the plan?
I'm not tryin' ta brag or nothin' but
this one's a real Picasso.
MURPHY
Aw, Jesus.
70.
CONNOR
Hey.
EUNICE
School night. Got some homework to do.
Besides, I'd like to critique your
masterpiece with a fresh eye.
She stops at the door and turns. Her face shows concern.
MURPHY
What is it?
EUNICE
Something ain't right with this whole
thing. Panza knew you were in there
tonight and he just let it happen.
Didn't lift a finger. I mean, if he's
working for Yakavetta, why would he
stand by and just watch all his guys
get taken out?
MURPHY
That is...interestin'.
CONNOR
You think maybe we got another fox in
the hen house here?
EUNICE
Starting ta look that way. Somebody
pushed that visa through. Could have
ourselves a gen-u-ine 'Ghost in the
Darkness,' here.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- LATER
Crew Cut lies on the shop table. He's lost a lot of blood and is in
shock. Using gardening utensils, the Old Man removes the bullet.
We see his face for the first time. Unremarkable. In Italian...
CREW CUT
They still live...What if he does not
come? What if...
OLD MAN
Shhhhh. He will come.
INT. BASEMENT -- NIGHT
The Irish GUN DEALER (30's) from the first film leads the brothers
and Romeo through a basement to a large, steel vault door.
71.
GUN DEALER
Expanded my operation, since I saw ya
last. Word got out who may or may not
have outfitted ya. Turns out ya got
quite the underground followin'.
He swings the vault open. Romeo and the boys stand in angelic light
at the gates of Heaven. Cheesy music as they enter...
INT. VAULT -- CONTINUOUS
Expanded indeed. Gleaming weapons everywhere. Sheer awe.
Something catches Romeo's eye and he moves off. To boys...
GUN DEALER
Please, gentlemen. Preferred customers
select from my private reserve.
He withdraws two Mahogany boxes.
GUN DEALER (CONT'D)
If I may make a suggestion.
He lifts the lids. In each box is a pair of Desert Eagle .50 cal
"Black Outs". The triangular barrels have been fitted with matching
triangular silencers. The boys are mystified.
MURPHY
I feel like that kid who found the gold
ticket in the candy bar in "Willy Wonka
and the Chocolate Factory."
GUN DEALER
Charlie.
CONNOR
Yeah...Charlie.
(picks up gun)
And I want an Oompa Loompa now, Daddy,
now.
He pulls a few duffel bags.
GUN DEALER
Full accessory packages. I'm sure
you'll find them useful.
Romeo suddenly appears and slaps down a metal box.
ROMEO
I'll take these.
The boys look to him. He sniffles. Red eyes.
72.
MURPHY
Have you been crying again?
Romeo snaps to him, eyes wide in challenge.
ROMEO
Yeah! Tears of joy!
(to Dealer)
How much?
GUN DEALER
You guys are on the house.
MURPHY
(to Romeo)
Let's see.
Romeo withdraws two gold plated .45's, intricately engraved, pearl
handles with a Mexican flag. The boys snicker.
ROMEO
What?
CONNOR
Nothin'.
ROMEO
Are you saying I look gay?!
MURPHY
No. You just hail from a colorful...
ROMEO
(to Dealer)
You don't know me. You think these
make me look gay?
Romeo poses. The Dealer shrugs.
GUN DEALER
You look like you might have seen one
up close.
EXT. COMMON HOME -- MORNING
This is a common home at the end of a cul de sac. The Old Man picks
up the paper on his front stoop and shuts the door.
He opens the paper with shock. A big picture of Crew Cut on the
front, "SAINTS INNOCENT, NEW SUSPECT IN PRIEST'S MURDER" He reads
frantically. "New evidence discovered at the crime scene..."
73.
OLD MAN
Evidence?
He ambles into the house and to a...
INT. BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The Old Man moves to Crew Cut's bedside. He sees the rosary about
the slumbering man's neck and rips it off. Crew Cut bolts awake!
OLD MAN
Foolish, arrogant boy! What have you
done?!
He whips Crew Cut with the rosary, until he cowers in the corner,
weeping profuse apologies in Italian.
INT. PANIC ROOM -- AFTERNOON
Monitors show angles of the apartment outside. This small space is
equipped for single living. Yakavetta is frazzled, baggy eyed in a
robe. Jimmy the Gofer sits quietly as Concezio babbles to himself.
CONCEZIO
That wiley old fox not as clever as we
thought. Or maybe he played me from the
git. Y-you think he played me?
JIMMY
Uh, Boss. Maybe you aught not to be
telling me this stuff. I'm just...
Concezio smacks him across the face.
CONCEZIO
A little sensitivity, huh? You
heartless cocksucker! I need to
vindicate my feelings here! I can't
tell those goombas outside! They'll
serve up my balls over a plate of
fucking spaghetti!
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER
The Capos huddle up. Hushed tones.
CAPO #4
Fuck that. We got a mutiny on our
hands. Every ten cent wanna be with a
gun is moving on us all over town.
74.
CAPO #3
Yeah and our fearless leader ain't even
come out of his little pussy room yet.
With this, the panic room door slides open and Concezio emerges
holding a bag. He dumps a bunch of cell phones on the coffee table.
CONCEZIO
I want each of you to call your top
button man. The best you got. I want
them all here tonight. We rip this
city a new asshole. It's time for us
to reconnoiter our strength on the
streets. We seize the day starting
now...Carpel Tunnel, gentlemen, Carpel
Tunnel.
All are relieved and words of approval flow.
CAPO #5
Glad to see you back among the living,
Boss.
Nearby, Jimmy knocks over a bottle of wine, CRASH! Concezio dives
back into the panic room. The door slides shut. DISSOLVE TO...
EXT. THE PRUDENTIAL BUILDING -- NIGHT
Dolly drives a laundry truck into the Pru's loading dock area.
INT. LAUNDRY TRUCK -- NIGHT
Dolly backs it up to the dock and pulls to a stop. He turns.
DOLLY
God speed.
Romeo, in a laundry uniform, emerges from the back pushing a loaded
laundry cart. He enters a...
INT. UTILITY HALL -- MOMENTS LATER
At the hall's opposing end, two maintenance workers move toward.
Romeo sees and quickly puts his head down. Soon, Romeo and the
maintenance men converge. They turn, entering opposing elevators.
INT. ROMEO'S ELEVATOR -- CONTINUOUS
As the doors close, Romeo looks into the opposing elevator. The
maintenance men are Duffy and Greenly, ball caps, duffel bags.
75.
As the elevator ascends, Romeo swipes off the laundry, pulls the
false top. The brothers pop out in their usual garb. Weapons
emerge and they gear up. Romeo looks unsure...
MURPHY
What.
ROMEO
Nothing.
CONNOR
Out with it! What the hell's the
matter with ya?
ROMEO
Nothing! It's just...this is some
heavy shit.
CONNOR
Ya did fine at your uncle's place.
ROMEO
Yeah, but we're going off a new script
here. I'm just having a...period of
adjustment.
MURPHY
You're about to have a period of
gettin' yer ass beat!
ROMEO
Hey! You two ain't the only ones
rollin' with no health insurance! Just
let me do my thing. I'm absorbing this.
CONNOR
This is not the time for you to be
absorbin' shit! Now, if ya freeze up
when you get in there just point yer
gay guns at 'em and fer Christ sakes,
at least try ta look cool!
MURPHY
I thought you were all hot fer dis!
ROMEO
Oh, I'm hot! I'm fucking red hot! The
kid's flamin' like Matt Damon in the
Grande Camens!
Ding! Romeo has a look of dread.
76.
CONNOR
This is you. Be on time.
Romeo firms himself up as the door opens.
ROMEO
I'll be there.
Romeo exits with the cart. The boys remain. The doors close.
Connor and Murphy look at each other.
CONNOR
You ready fer dis shit, my dear
brother?
MURPHY
(cocking .50 cal)
Let's do some gratuitous violence.
FLASH TO WHITE...
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- NIGHT
A demolished environment. The towering windows are blown out,
providing a threatening view of the city below. Here, Eunice
stands, looking out over the panorama.
EUNICE
(to herself)
On a sultry Saturday in September the
Saints saved seventeen souls...try
saying that five times fast.
She turns and walks the marble floor which is like a runway, lined
with pulverized statues. A long table of ravaged food extends.
Crime scene personnel toil. Ritualized bodies everywhere. Greenly
is by the panic room. He pushes the "talk" button.
GREENLY
Come on. There's nothing to be afraid
of. It's all over.
(TURNS)
He won't come out.
He joins Dolly and Duffy who stand on the periphery. Eunice is dead
center, absorbing the scene when suddenly, FBI Agent JOHN KUNTSLER
barrels in with his G-MEN #1 - #3.
KUNTSLER
Special Agent Bloom! You are hereby
relieved of all obligation to this
investigation.
77.
He holds up his I.D. A collective groan from crime scene personnel.
KUNTSLER (CONT'D)
That's right, kids. This crime scene
is now under the full jurisdiction of
your beloved federal government. As of
now, you will all report to me, Special
Agent John Kuntsler.
The detectives look to Kuntsler's G-men as if squaring off.
KUNTSLER (CONT'D)
Don't let us interrupt you. Just don't
forget to turn over everything you
find. We have people standing by ready
to take credit for all your hard work.
He chuckles as all return to work. Kuntsler turns to Eunice.
KUNTSLER (CONT'D)
So, how ya doin', Bloomy?
EUNICE
Just fine...Cunty.
Kuntsler's shit eating grin disappears. He leans in. Hushed tones.
KUNTSLER
Nice little science project you got
going with these three goofballs.
(re: detectives)
You trying to turn them into your own
little junior G-men? Well, you can put
sprinkles on shit, Bloom, but it's
still shit. So, you and your Keystone
Cops can all go home now and let the
professionals handle this?
EUNICE
Boy. I'd love to hear a gen-u-wine
professional's assessment of a crime
scene. How 'bout you, detectives?
Dolly, Duffy and Greenly chorus the affirmative. Kuntsler looks
unsure then phonies up some bravado. Looks around...
KUNTSLER
O'kay. Seems pretty obvious. The door
was broken down. We've got our point
of entry. The assailants fired in this
direction.
(points toward windows)
(MORE)
78.
KUNTSLER (CONT'D)
Explains the windows. The victims
were...
EUNICE
There are three inaccuracies in what
you just said. Number one, David.
GREENLY
If the windows were shattered by
gunfire coming from inside the room,
the glass would have been blown
outward. As you can see, most of it is
on the inside.
Kuntsler looks. Sure enough. His eyes widen.
EUNICE
Number two, Dolly.
DOLLY
Blood splatters in the direction of the
rounds fired. If the assailants
discharged toward the windows, the
blood would follow suit. Here, the
majority of splatter is in the opposing
direction.
Kuntsler looks. Sure enough.
EUNICE
Number three, Duffy.
DUFFY
Trick question. There is no number
three. He only fucked up twice.
EUNICE
(WHISTLES)
Looks like Bloomy aced her science
project.
Kuntsler's men look embarrassed.
KUNTSLER
That was just off the...I would have
seen the blood thing...I haven't even
had time to...
EUNICE
Why don't you let me take a crack at
it, John? Won't cost you nuthin'.
KUNTSLER
And just why would I do that?
79.
EUNICE
Cuz, tonight...mamma's right on time.
FLASH TO WHITE...
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- EARLIER
Eunice, alone, saunters before the huge windows which are now
intact. Concezio holds court nearby. He is shaved and dressed.
His Capos sit around in a loose semi-circle. There are six
dangerous looking men standing shoulder to shoulder before them.
EUNICE
This evening's topic of discussion?
Desperate times require desperate
measures.
CONCEZIO
Desperate times require...some, you
know, some desperate shit. Starting
tonight, every one of you fat fucking
slobs is back on the streets and
earning your daily bread.
A chorus of protest.
CONCEZIO (CONT'D)
Shut the fuck up!
(they obey)
We got no choice. You motherfuckers
better get in touch with your 'inner
gangster'. It's time to knock the dust
off your ball bats! You break bones!
You smash heads! You do whatever you
gotta do!
EUNICE
Which brings us to the relevance of our
new guests.
CONCEZIO
(to button men)
Each one of you is to stick to the guy
that called you here like glue. You
arm yourselves to the teeth, pick your
own crews. These bible banging psychos
will make an attempt. It's your job to
blow their souless hearts out of their
chests.
EUNICE
It's time to reclaim the streets with
an iron fist.
80.
CONCEZIO
We gotta take back what's ours with
some sincere ironfistery.
WHIP PAN...
EXT. BACK TO PRESENT, ROOF OF PRUDENTIAL -- NIGHT
Eunice walks the roof with Kuntsler et al in tow.
EUNICE
Let's explain the glass, now. Why is
most of it inside the room?
They halt before a window washing scaffold.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Here's why...or it will be "why" in a
moment. Y'see, these boys. Well, to
put it simply, they tend to get
reeeeal...
FLASH TO WHITE...
EXT. FLASHBACK, SCAFFOLD -- NIGHT
CONNOR
Creative! It's a creative plan!
Duffy, Greenly and the boys descend the tower. Greenly works the
controls as Duffy helps the boys tie on harnesses.
MURPHY
It's ridiculous! Probably based on
some stupid shit ya saw in a movie!
And here I am AGAIN all tyin' myself up
with rope! What is the deal with you
and rope?! Honestly!
CONNOR
It happens ta be a useful thing!
The boys start yelling over each other. Duffy turns to Connor.
DUFFY
You didn't get this from a movie...did
you?
Murphy regards his brother, "well?" Pause.
81.
CONNOR
The "Eiger Sanction," Clint Eastwood!
And it worked like a fucking charm for
him!
INT. JANITOR CLOSET -- SAME TIME
Romeo peeks out a cracked door at a Mafioso guard. LLOYD (33yrs), a
janitor, gagged and duct taped to a hand truck. He has a shiner.
Romeo looks through his wallet.
ROMEO
O'kay Lloyd Cranston of 135 Liberty
Lane, apartment 3C.
(shows him wallet pic)
Lovely wife and kids. How old are
they? Nevermind. Here's the
situation, Lloyd. Me and a couple of
friends of mine are fittin' to do some
killin' here tonight. I'm talking
bullets and blood, custom-wholesale
slaughter. You following me, Lloyd-O?
(Lloyd nods)
Good. Now, I've run into a little
snag. I need to figure out a tag line.
You know, something cool to say when
it's all over like..."I'll be back,"
but mine, y'know? I need to own this
one. I think this'll help me get
through the quote, unquote event. I'm
going to take your gag off and you and
me are going to riff a little, o'kay?
Let's have fun with this.
Lloyd nods and Romeo rips off his gag.
LLOYD
I can't believe you! I'm a fucking
janitor. What do I know about bullets
and slaughter and shit?
ROMEO
Not riffing, Lloyd! Now, I need an
"Hasta La Vista" line, toute fucking
suite and you're gonna help me think of
one!
EXT. SCAFFOLD -- LATER
Eunice stands alone on the end of the scaffold.
82.
EUNICE
And you can count on it like the U.S.
mail. Through rain, sleet, hail or
snow...something always seems to go
wrong for these poor sons o' guns.
The scaffold suddenly stops.
CONNOR
What the fuck?
GREENLY
(hitting controls)
I don't know! It just stopped!
MURPHY
Well, get it fuckin' goin' again!
GREENLY
It won't turn back on! It just died!
BROTHERS
OH, SHIT!
The boys look over the edge. Long way down.
CONNOR
How much time?!
DUFFY
(looks at watch)
Sixty Seconds!
MURPHY
We gotta go now!
DUFFY
What are you talking about!?
CONNOR
If we're even a few seconds late,
Romeo's dead! We gotta go!
(looking up)
We're down thirteen stories!
MURPHY
Eleven more to go! Ball park it!
They start counting out lengths of rope by feeding them through
their hands and extending their arms out to the sides.
BROTHERS
One floor, two, three...
83.
MURPHY
(MIFFED)
The fuckin' Eiger Sanction.
INT. JANITOR CLOSET -- SAME TIME
Lloyd struggles to think.
LLOYD
Uh..."Take that, suckers!"
ROMEO
Not cool enough.
LLOYD
Uh, "Merry Christmas, mother fuckers!"
ROMEO
Too sacrilegious.
LLOYD
Oh God, uh, how about "Eat it!"
ROMEO
What are we at, a buffet, now?
LLOYD
Good God, man! I'm a...
ROMEO
Hang on, you might be onto something
with the buffet thing, like with food,
y'know? Let's brainstorm on that idea
for a minute.
EXT. SCAFFOLD -- SAME TIME
The boys' ropes are secured and they each pull a Rambo knife.
MURPHY
TIME?!
DUFFY
JESUS CHRIST! SEVEN SECONDS...SIX...
FIVE...
INT. HALLWAY -- SAME TIME
Romeo, pushing his cart, jives down the hall toward the guard,
singing "La Couca Racha." The guard puts out a halting hand.
DUFFY V.O.
FOUR...THREE!...TWO!...
84.
WHIP PAN...
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, LUXURY APARTMENT -- NIGHT
EUNICE
One...thing has always amazed me.
Eunice stands dead center. Everyone watches...
EUNICE (CONT'D)
How quiet it gets. You ever noticed
that? It's hard to imagine that just a
few hours ago, it was the God damn O.K.
coral in here.
FLASH TO WHITE...
FANTASY SEQUENCE: Cool Country Western music!
CLOSE ON: A pair of cowboy boots pacing toward.
Eunice stands before the looming windows. The immaculate food table
stretches before her.
She is now in full cowgirl regalia: Leather chaps, rawhide coat,
boots, cowboy hat and a pair of gleaming six guns on her hips.
With the brim of her hat slung low, Eunice bursts into twirling
gunplay with her Colts. She spins them all around, flipping them,
catching them, etc. She holsters and stops.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
One thang I'm gon guarantee ya...
EXT. SCAFFOLD -- SAME TIME
First, Connor jumps off, then Murphy. They fall down and out in
slow motion, knives in hand.
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER
Eunice rolls the chamber of one of her Colts along her arm.
EUNICE
We gon have us a good time...
INT. OUTSIDE WINDOWS -- SAME TIME
The boys snap to a stop and swing in, toward the building. With
their free hand they each pull a .50 cal.
85.
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER
EUNICE
...in the old barn tonight!
The Country Western music goes hard core!
SLO-MO: Two bullet holes pierce the windows behind Eunice as she
levels her Colts. The mammoth panes shatter but stay in the frame.
SLO-MO: All gangsters bolt upright as their plasma screen explodes
with the boys' rounds. Some pull weapons.
INT. HALL -- SAME TIME
Romeo pulls his .45's and takes out the guard. He kicks in the door
and rushes in...
INT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER
SLO-MO: The brothers smash through the glass. They fire as they
swing over Eunice's head.
SLO-MO: Eunice leaps onto the table as the boys cut their ropes in
mid air with the Rambo knives. The brothers land on their knees.
Their momentum carries them, sliding on either side of the table.
SLO-MO: Eunice runs along the table top, crushing food and keeping
pace with the boys as all three let the led out.
SLO-MO: The gangsters and button men return fire in chaos.
SLO-MO: Gangsters are torn up as they are blown over furniture,
into walls. Romeo blasts. Slow motion gun battle.
SLO-MO: Yakavetta runs toward his panic room. At the last second,
Jimmy the Gofer hip-checks him and dives in. The door slides shut.
For a few moments the gun battle rages around Eunice who stands in
the center rapid firing at the gangsters.
EUNICE
YEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAW!!!
Soon it is over. The brothers slam Concezio to his knees and level
to the back of his head. As he begs for his life...
BOTH
And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my
Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended
forth from Thy hand, that our feet may
swiftly carry out Thy command.
(MORE)
86.
BOTH (CONT'D)
So, we shall flow a river forth to Thee
and teeming with souls shall it ever
be.
Romeo watches in awe.
BOTH (CONT'D)
In Nomine Patris, e Filii, e Spiritus
Sancti.
Boom. Concezio drops. Romeo's been waiting, guns up and...
ROMEO
"Who ordered the whup ass fajita!?"
MURPHY
What?
CONNOR
Whup ass fajita?
The brothers turn to each other.
CONNOR AND MURPHY
That's fuckin' stupid.
Eunice whistles in sympathy as she lifts her brim with a Colt.
EUNICE
Hold up, now.
Everything freezes in place. Eunice shuffles over to Romeo.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
Was that the best you could do?
ROMEO
It's just...I couldn't think...I
EUNICE
Shhhhhh.
(whispers in ear)
Ya broke down the door, didn'tcha?
Romeo snaps his head toward the entry with inspiration in his eyes.
QUICK CUT: He breaks down the door. QUICK CUT: The brothers shoot
Yakavetta. QUICK CUT: Romeo, guns up and once more with feeling...
ROMEO
Ding dong, motherfucker, diiiing dong!
The brothers look at Romeo, then to each other.
87.
MURPHY
Exactly.
CONNOR
You said it.
WHIP PAN...
INT. BACK TO PRESENT, LUXURY APARTMENT -- LATER
Eunice stands before the panic room door. She is totally
disheveled. She swipes her hair back.
EUNICE
And that, gentlemen...is the sound of
the fat lady singin'.
Everyone stands in shock, Kuntsler, his G-men, the detectives even
crime scene workers. Greenly whispers to Duffy...
GREENLY
Should we...clap or something?
DUFFY
Shut up.
Suddenly, the panic room door slides open and Jimmy yanks Eunice
inside. The door shuts. Everyone rushes toward.
KUNTSLER
Hey!
Duffy bangs on the door.
DUFFY
Eunice! Oh, shit! Eunice!
Greenly slams the talk button.
GREENLY
If you hurt her, you piece of shit, I
will kill you! Do you fucking hear,
me? I'll kill you!
Greenly wheels around, facing Kuntsler.
GREENLY (CONT'D)
Get a hostage negotiator down here and
put some stank on it! He could be in
there all...touching her and shit!
88.
INT. PANIC ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Eunice has Jimmy pinned face down to the couch, arm twisted behind.
JIMMY
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wasn't gonna
hurt you!
EUNICE
You bet your ass you weren't.
JIMMY
Just lemme explain. I have
information, like pertinent
information. Ouch! Look, I was
listening to you out there and that's,
like, exactly what happened. That's
what made me think you were the person
to talk to.
Eunice lets him go and stands. Jimmy sits up.
EUNICE
Yakavetta had a partner, didn't he.
Jimmy looks scared.
JIMMY
Yeah.
EUNICE
You saw this fella?
JIMMY
Yeah. It was only one time and just
for a second but I think I could ID
him. I don't know his name, though.
Concezio always called him the "Old
Man" accept one time when he called him
something else, like he fucked up and I
wasn't supposed ta hear it.
EUNICE
What was it?
JIMMY
He called him...the Roman.
EXT. LUXURY APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER
Panic room door opens and Eunice emerges with Jimmy in tow.
89.
GREENLY
(re: Jimmy)
Did this little motherfucker...?
EUNICE
Easy, David. I'm fine. C'mon gents,
we're leaving. This is the Fed's
problem, now.
KUNTSLER
Hey! What happened in there? What was
said to you, Agent?
Jimmy is cuffed by two uniforms.
EUNICE
You got him in custody. Ask him
yourself. You're the professional.
She walks out and the detectives follow.
DOLLY
Yeah, professional moron.
EXT. PRUDENTIAL BUILDING, GROUND PLAZA -- NIGHT
There are coroner vans and moderate police activity here as Eunice
talks with the detectives who all seem perplexed.
DUFFY
I got no idea. That's just weird. The
Roman? What do you think it means?
EUNICE
Feels like our ghost ta me.
DOLLY
What do we do now? I mean, the
brothers ain't goin' nowhere until we
get Panza or they do.
EUNICE
We've all had enough excitement for one
night. Let's sleep on it.
EXT. ALLEY ACROSS FROM PLAZA -- SAME TIME
Crew Cut watches Eunice and the detectives from the dark alley. He
has shaved his head bald, giving him a sinister look.
90.
INT. MCGINTY'S -- LATER
The place is empty except for Connor and Murphy having a celebratory
shot at the bar and cleaning their weapons.
MURPHY
When's Romeo returnin' to the "hide
out?'
CONNOR
Soon as he's done apologizin' to his
uncle for wreckin' his restaurant.
MURPHY
And he should be sorry. The
disrespect.
They chuckle as a loud knocking is heard. As Doc peeps through the
spy hole and unchains the front doors...
DOC
Hold your damn horses!
He lets Greenly in and locks it behind him. Greenly takes a few
steps in, stops and grabs his crotch with both hands.
GREENLY
Sack-o-matic, I said!
As the boys guffaw, BOOM! A shotgun blast through the door sends
Greenly to the floor with a gaping wound in his back.
Crew Cut bursts in with a smoking pig nose shotgun hanging from a
shoulder strap. He pulls two Sigs and rapid fires at the brothers.
The boys jump over the bar frantically try to reassemble their
weapons. Connor and Murphy check their clips.
MURPHY
I got nothin'!
Connor racks his .50 cal and looks in the chamber.
CONNOR
One in the hole.
They see a shotgun behind the bar. Murphy grabs it. Just as they
are about to stand, they hear Doc cry out.
DOC
Boys!
91.
They stand and level. Crew Cut has Doc from behind, .9mm to his
temple. Thick accent...
CREW CUT
Put dem down! Throw dem over!
The boys do not flinch. Crew Cut pushes his gun into Doc's temple
hard. He cries out in pain.
CREW CUT (CONT'D)
Throw dem over!
The boys toss their guns over the bar. Crew Cut levels toward them,
holding Doc in place. He whispers in Doc's ear.
CREW CUT (CONT'D)
Brothers, eh? Which one first? This
one?
(re: Murphy)
Dee other, eh?
He cocks back his hammer. A silence POP! rings out from the
shadows. Crew Cut's hand is hit. He drops, crying out in pain.
SLO-MO: Poppa M emerges from the shadows and moves to Crew Cut with
a smoking, silenced Walther pistol in hand.
The brothers have just a moment of shock before Greenly chokes up
some blood. They jump the bar and rush to him.
MURPHY
Jesus Christ!
CONNOR
Doc! Call da fuckin' ambulance!
As they hold Greenly and beg him to hold on, we move to Poppa M
standing over Crew Cut. Crew Cut looks up at him in awe.
CREW CUT
You.
POPPA M
Where is the Old Man?
CREW CUT
Never.
Poppa M pulls two .38 revolvers. He snaps the rotary chambers out,
puts one bullet in each gun, spins the chambers and snaps them shut.
He holds them out to Crew Cut. The boys weep, oblivious to this.
92.
MURPHY
Just hold on.
CONNOR
Hang in there, brother. They're
comin'.
Greenly struggles to speak.
GREENLY
Naw, boys...it's over. Don't
worry...proudest day of my life.
He seizes violently and dies. The brothers are in anguish. Crew
Cut picks a .38 and stands. He and Poppa M level to each other's
foreheads. Crew Cut is excited. Poppa M is calm, tranquil. The
brothers bolt up in shock.
BROTHERS
Da!
POPPA M
Easy, boys.
The boys watch in horror, trying to figure it out. Poppa M motions
for his opponent to go first. Crew Cut cocks his hammer back with a
"click." The brother's eyes go wide.
MURPHY
What the fuck's he doin'?
Crew Cut pulls the trigger, "click!"
BROTHERS
JESUS CHRIST!
Connor rushes over and grabs up the shotgun.
CONNOR
I'm gonna blow this mother fucker's
brains out, right now!
He cocks it and levels to Crew Cut's head.
POPPA M
CONNOR!
Connor stops. Poppa M holds out his free hand. Halt.
POPPA M (CONT'D)
Son...Daddy's workin'.
Connor lowers the gun. Poppa M pulls back the hammer, "click."
93.
POPPA M (CONT'D)
Where is he?
Crew Cut is unsure of himself. He thinks. Shakes his head. The
brothers focus on Poppa M's gun as he tenses on the trigger.
CONNOR AND MURPHY
(WHISPER)
Come on.
Crew Cut clenches up, bracing for impact. Poppa M pulls, "click."
The brothers drop to their knees and pray hard. Crew Cut recovers.
He smiles, pulls back the hammer. In Italian...
CREW CUT
Make me famous.
"Click!" Crew Cut's eyes widen in fear.
POPPA M
(pulling back hammer)
Where?
The brothers pray faster as Crew Cut thinks in horror.
CREW CUT
FUCK YOU!!!
BOOM! Crew Cut falls dead.
INT. UNCLE CESAR'S HOUSE, KITCHEN -- LATER
The boys sit at the kitchen table with Poppa M. Romeo is propped up
on a counter, nearby. Cesar sets out coffee.
POPPA M
I'm so sorry, boys. This is all my
fault.
Cesar takes Romeo and leaves, giving them some privacy.
MURPHY
What are ya talkin' about, Da?
Poppa M strokes the faded "butterfly" tattoo on the back of his
hand. Presently...
POPPA M
I was an immigrant to the U.S. in 1958.
I was sixteen. I came to New York
where my father, Jacob MacManus, was a
cobbler.
(MORE)
94.
POPPA M (CONT'D)
Had a little shop and I was to learn
the family business. Mafia was
everywhere in those days.
INT. FLASHBACK, COBBLER SHOP -- DAY
Italian THUGS #1-4 talk to JACOB MacManus (43yrs). In these
flashbacks we will refer to young Poppa M as "Noah." NOAH (16)
works in back but watches.
POPPA M V.O.
Simple extortion...protection money.
But your grandfather was proud.
JACOB
I can't help ya with dat, lads. Ya got
problems with your shoes, I'd be happy
to have a look, got fair prices.
POPPA M V.O.
I just...watched.
Noah stands shaking as he watches his father beat to death. We fade
into later as he holds his father's body, wailing. An Italian kid
with a leg brace, LOUIE (18yrs), staggers in and hobbles to Noah.
LOUIE
Il ochio de dio! We gotta call the
polizia, Noah! We gotta call somebody!
EXT. FUNERAL -- MORNING
Noah, Louie and a priest are the only ones present at this modest
affair. Louie weeps. Noah is emotionless.
POPPA M V.O.
I buried my father, then I buried the
men who killed him. Louie, my best
friend, helped me...
INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT
Noah holds a knife to Thug #1's throat at a card table. He has THUG
#2's head pinned to the table top with a .38 cal. Nearby, Louie
holds a large .44 magnum with shaking hands. Seated Thugs #3 and #4
hands raised, are scared as they look at Noah's dead eyes.
THUG #3
Come on, kid. It was an accident.
We can work dis out. Whatever you want.
95.
THUG #4
He ain't gonna do shit.
(to Thug #3)
I'll take two.
THUG #3
What da fuck's da matter with you?
Can't you see...
THUG #4
I see just fine. Deal.
THUG #1
(in Italian, to Louie)
You're Italian, kid. Help us out here.
Put one in the back of his head and you
get anything you want!
LOUIE
I, I, I...am his friend.
THUG #4
Fuck him and fuck his friend. Deal the
cards! He ain't got the balls.
Noah shoots Thug #2 then cuts Thug #1's throat. The other Mafiosi
scream in horror. Louie kneels and weeps. Noah shoots Thug #3 in
the heart and calmly takes aim at Thug #4. He shoots him in the
throat and he is blown to the floor, grasping his bleeding neck.
Noah rounds the table and takes aim. The man is choking on his own
blood. Noah slowly lowers his gun and just watches.
INT. COBBLER SHOP -- AFTERNOON
Louie works on a pair of shoes. They are both a bit older.
POPPA M V.O.
It started out slowly. Just the ones
who were a threat to us.
MAFIOSO #1 and #2 talk to the stoic Noah.
MAFIOSO #1
Come on, kid. It's good for you, good
for us. We'll move it right out the
back of the place.
MAFIOSO #2
It'll never touch you. You got the
word of the Bonnavese family on that.
No response from Noah. Dead eyes.
96.
MAFIOSO #1
What's da matter with you, eh?
We see Louie peeking through the curtains.
LOUIE
(WHISPERING)
Easy, Noah...easy friend.
MAFIOSO #2
What are you, stupid or something?
He smacks Noah across the face.
CUT TO:
EXT. WOODS -- NIGHT
Noah and Louie bury the bodies of Mafioso #1 and #2. Louie stops
and rests. He watches Noah and thinks.
INT. COBBLER SHOP -- DAY
"CLOSED" sign in the door. Noah and Louie eat sandwiches.
POPPA M
Then one day...
LOUIE
Why should we not help others who
suffer these Mafia thugs?
Noah puts down his sandwich. Louie talks to Noah with passion,
m.o.s. and he listens while nodding his head.
POPPA M V.O.
Then it began.
Over dialogue and music we see the following images...
Noah cuts out a chalk sketch on a large sheet of shoe leather.
Louie helps Noah make a "serious looking" leather vest.
Louie hobbles in with a sack. He dumps a bevy of handguns on a
table. All different makes.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
Louie would pick the marks and plan
everything in detail.
Louie draws a map on a note pad and speaks m.o.s.
97.
Holsters and bullet belts are sewn into the vest.
Noah loads the vest with guns as Louie tightens the buckles, stands
back and looks Noah over. Ominous.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
And I would go in and do the jobs.
A mob boss and two body guards wait for an elevator. The doors
open. Insides is Noah, dark jacket, English Mac (hat). He opens
his coat, revealing the vest. He draws two weapons, executes them
all and calmly hits a button. The doors close.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
I would execute, over and over again,
those who had taken my father from me.
We do a montage of Noah killing Mafiosi in many different ways.
POPPA M V.O. (CONT'D)
So it went for years.
EXT. BACK TO PRESENT, KITCHEN -- LATER
We pan to the gaping mouthed brothers.
MURPHY
Jesus.
CONNOR
So...how'd ya end up inside, Da?
POPPA M
Back in '75, I did a hit, came out and
the police were waitin' for me. He set
me up, 25 to life.
MURPHY
Wait...why did he set you up?
POPPA M
Can't wait ta ask him.
CONNOR
Why didn't ya flip on him? Cut down
yer time? The guy fucked ya.
POPPA M
I couldn't.
CONNOR
Why the hell not?
98.
INT. FLASHBACK, PRISON PHONE VISITING AREA -- NIGHT
A picture of a woman with two babies is slammed to the glass.
EXT. BACK TO PRESENT, KITCHEN -- MOMENTS LATER
POPPA M
He'd learned of the birth of my sons.
Connor and Murphy hang their heads. Connor looks up.
CONNOR
Do you know Louie's full name?
POPPA M
Aye.
The boys look at each other.
EXT. SIDE WALK OUTSIDE MCGINTY'S -- SAME TIME
Greenly's bagged body is about to be loaded into an ambulance.
Eunice stops the EMTs, unzips it and touches his face. She weeps
and then crushes into Dolly's chest.
He holds her and cries too as Duffy watches in anguish. Eunice's
cell rings. She ignores it and Dolly pulls it from her pocket and
tosses it to Duffy, never letting go of Eunice.
DUFFY
Hello.
Alternating coverage.
CONNOR
It's me. Put Eunice on.
Connor hands the phone to Poppa M. DISSOLVE TO...
INT. POLICE STATION -- LATER
Eyes still red from crying, Eunice covertly works at a computer.
She types. Soon a picture of the Roman comes on up. Eunice looks
at his face with trepidation and then...
EUNICE
I hope they do it slow...you piece of
shit.
INT. ILLEGAL BOOK -- LATER
CLOSE ON: An old time phone being carried to a rear table.
99.
We drift by a poker game and young Italian thugs, betting horses and
sports. T.V.s and smoke are abundant.
The phone is set on a back table. PATRONAZZI (75yrs), an ancient
Italian man drinking espresso picks up.
PATRONAZZI
Si.
It's the Old Man. In Italian, alternating coverage...
OLD MAN
Hello, old friend.
PATRONAZZI
Many years. Are you in need?
OLD MAN
Yes. I am making marinara and alas, I
have run out of tomatoes. To help an
old friend...how many can you spare?
Patronazzi looks up. Slowly, many of the young thugs turn.
PATRONAZZI
I am in good supply of tomatoes.
INT. UNCLE CESAR'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The boys slumber. We push in on their staggered profiles. They
simultaneously take a deep breath. FLASH TO WHITE...
INT. DREAM SEQUENCE, FENWAY PARK -- DAY
The boys stand in a huge cement access corridor of Fenway Park. It
is empty and quiet as a church. A man walks toward them. They
struggle to see. Presently, we reveal ROCCO. He passes them.
ROCCO
Come on. The game's starting.
The brothers follow him. Red Sox emblems are abundant.
ROCCO (CONT'D)
Funny thing about the Red Sox. We
never gave up hope, y'know? It's what
kept us going all those years. And
they did it. They finally fuckin' did
it. What are we all gonna do now, huh?
They emerge into the stands. Perfect baseball field, empty park.
100.
ROCCO (CONT'D)
I lost a lot of money on 'em. But I
gotta admit. Always felt
better...betting the underdogs.
Rocco walks on. The boys follow.
EXT. BASEBALL DIAMOND -- MOMENTS LATER
The boys stand on the mound. Rocco walks a circle around it.
ROCCO
So, how's things going?
The boys drop their heads.
ROCCO (CONT'D)
Yeah. I know. It's rough having your
faith shaken.
The brothers have a pained expression.
ROCCO (CONT'D)
But it happens to all of us.
(BEAT)
You know what's always tripped me out?
How hundreds of years ago, a bunch of
desperate gamblers in leaky ass ships,
crossed the ocean blue. They had no
clue what was on the other side of it.
Took real balls. But they sailed into
infinity and made it all the way to the
shores of the New fucking World...
(re: surroundings)
...and all they had was their faith.
I'm always surprised how so many people
miss the simple fact that faith...is
the reason all of us are even here.
You can't underestimate the power of
it. Shit, you were the ones that
taught me that.
Rocco looks to his left and right. Secretly.
ROCCO (CONT'D)
Listen, your my boys so I'm gonna give
you some inside. The Sox are gonna do
it again this year. The line in Vegas
is huge. Put everything you got on it.
The boys look to each other. Eyes wide.
101.
MURPHY
Maybe we should.
CONNOR
You're sure, Roc? You know this?
Rocco smiles.
ROCCO
No...I just have faith. And for a
second there, you almost did too.
Y'see, it's contagious. And if enough
people catch it...look out, baby.
A roaring cheer arises, shaking the very foundations of the arena.
The boys turn in awe. The stands are still empty.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- LATER
They jolt awake and look to each other.
CONNOR
While the wicked stand confounded...
MURPHY
...call me with Thy Saints surrounded.
EXT. BOSTON COMMONS, JOGGING TUNNEL -- MORNING
Poppa M stands before Eunice. She hands him an envelope.
EUNICE
He lives in York Maine. About 30
minutes from here. Better go quick. I
logged on to an FBI database to get the
info. Homeland Security does internal
monitoring now. Only a matter of time
before they flag it.
POPPA M
Will they know it's you?
(she nods)
Will you be all right, dear?
EUNICE
I hear Costa Rica's nice.
She looks at him as her eyes well up with tears.
EUNICE (CONT'D)
I never thought I'd ask this of another
human being but please...kill this man.
102.
She is overcome and weeps. Poppa M holds her.
POPPA M
It ends taday.
INT. FBI HEAD QUARTERS, BOSTON BRANCH, KITCHENETTE -- LATER
Kuntsler pours a coffee. G-man #2 comes in holding a piece of paper.
KUNTSLER
Anybody word from Bloom, yet?
G-MAN #2
Nothing.
KUNTSLER
I want that little Bayou Bitch in here.
Something stinks about this whole
thing.
G-MAN #2
I'm having D.H.S. dump her IP and check
for flags. See if she's been poking
around.
INT. TRINITY CHURCH -- LATER
Poppa M, the brothers and Romeo walk kneel at the altar before a
memorial to McKinney: Candles, pictures, cards, flowers etc.
As they pray, a dozen or so church patrons who are in the pews begin
to realize who they are. Our foursome stands and walks back down
the aisle. They make eye contact with a few people.
When the Saints are gone, the churchgoers gather in the aisle and
stare at the front door in disbelief. Excited whisperings. One guy
opens his cell phone. Then he thinks...and closes it.
INT. FBI HEAD QUARTERS -- MOMENTS LATER
G-man #2 excitedly gives Kuntsler a file. His eyes widen.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Kuntsler slaps the file down in front of Jimmy who is cuffed to a
metal table. He looks at a picture of the Roman. Fear.
INT. SUV -- MOMENTS LATER
Kuntsler and his men speed along sirens blaring. Into walkie...
103.
KUNTSLER
This is S.A.I.C., Jonathan Buford
Kuntsler! Security code A4153B! I
need an immediate R2 law enforcement
override clearance!
FEDERAL OPERATOR V.O.
What is your specific request, Agent?
KUNTSLER
Everyone in the tri-state area with a
gun!
INT. DEAD END STREET -- SAME TIME
The Roman's common, two story home looms in the b.g. at the end of a
cul-de-sac. Walking down the middle of the street, is Poppa M:
black trench, hat, dark shades. He opens the door and enters the...
INT. COMMON HOME -- CONTINUOUS
Poppa M listens, far off scratchy music. He moves quietly through
the house, stopping at the foot of the stairs...listens. He removes
his rosary, hangs it on the banister and moves on, pulling a weapon.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- SAME TIME
The Roman, swirls a tomato in a plate of salt and bites into it.
Beside him, a horned phonograph plays 40's Jazz. Behind him, we see
that the greenhouse is merely an extension of the home.
The Roman sits in front of a sunken fire pit at a low flame. Across
the pit, an empty chair. Extended before him is a stunning garden,
standing in stark contrast to the common house: vines, flowers,
cobblestone walks, fountains. The center piece is a Turkish pool
with pure white Lillys afloat.
Poppa M slowly approaches the Roman from behind. He holsters his
weapon and sits. The Roman halts the phonograph.
POPPA M
Hello, Louie.
ROMAN
Noah.
Long pause.
POPPA M
We haven't much time.
The Roman smiles and gestures the surroundings.
104.
ROMAN
My garden. She is beautiful, yes? Ah,
but you. You are blind to beauty. You
are a destroyer, Noah.
POPPA M
You know my reasons. You know why I
did what I did.
ROMAN
But do you? You think it was for your
father? No. You were born a killer.
Death...is in the very blood that runs
through your veins.
POPPA M
No.
ROMAN
Then explain this.
The Roman flicks a photo over. It lands in Poppa M's lap. It is
the picture we saw earlier. A woman holding two babies.
ROMAN (CONT'D)
You were not there to raise them. Not
a single day. Yet, how closely they
follow in the footsteps of their
father. They have inherited your
blood, Noah...your anger.
Poppa M looks at the photo deeply.
EXT. BEHIND GREENHOUSE -- SAME TIME
Outside, back wall of greenhouse. THUGs 1-5 from Patronazzi, hunker
down here. They are all armed.
THUG #1
(whispered into walkie)
Remember, not a scratch on the Old Man.
INT. PARLOR, UPSTAIRS -- SAME TIME
We look out the bay windows. It is a straight shot down the slanted
roof to the roof of the greenhouse. THUGS 6-8 stand quietly inside.
THUG #6
Got it. Wait for the signal.
105.
INT. HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
A gloved hand grabs up Poppa M's rosary. Connor pockets it as he
and Murphy silently climb the stairs.
INT. / EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS -- SAME TIME
S.W.A.T. teams load into vans. Squad cars speed through traffic.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Poppa M tosses the picture into the fire.
POPPA M
And you? What are you?
The Roman denotes his garden.
ROMAN
I am a creator. You see? Our very
natures stood in opposition as old as
the story of the scorpion and the frog.
POPPA M
Why...did you sell me out, Louie?
ROMAN
You can never understand.
POPPA M
25 years....try me.
ROMAN
I wanted to join with them. They were
building an empire. Creating something
and I was helping them! I used you,
Noah, to eliminate their problems, to
destroy their competition, to cut out
their cancers. I earned my place among
them.
Poppa M looks around.
POPPA M
Is this your place among them? Because
all I see is a an old man, sitting in a
garden.
ROMAN
Alas, the scorpion and the frog both
lost everything, yes? I should have
paid more attention to the story.
(MORE)
106.
ROMAN (CONT'D)
Without you...I was no longer useful to
them. They cast me out!
INT. SUV -- MOMENTS LATER
Kuntsler barks into a walkie...
KUNTSLER
The location is to be surrounded and
secured upon arrival! Nobody goes in!
He suddenly looks out his window to the sky. In the distance, two
other copters fly in the same direction.
KUNTSLER (CONT'D)
Are those fucking news choppers?!
INT. GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
POPPA M
Why the priest, Louie? Why all this?
Why, now?
ROMAN
Because I knew it would bring you and
your sons. You would destroy the
Yakavettas and clear my way. This
time, I will take what is rightfully
mine. Just a little piece, for my old
age. After all, I have never been a
greedy man.
The Roman puts the needle back on the record. Jazz plays.
INT. PARLOR, UPSTAIRS -- SAME TIME
THUG #6
That's it! Move!
Another Thug opens the bay windows. Thundering music!
INT. NEIGHBORING ROOM -- SAME TIME
BIRD'S EYE VIEW: Looking down on Connor and Murphy. They rapid
fire their huge .50 cals through the wall.
INT. PARLOR -- SAME TIME
SLO-MO: The heavy rounds blast through the wall and massacre the
three Thugs as they are about to exit.
INT. BACK OF GREENHOUSE -- SAME TIME
All following visuals in slo-mo with slamming music...
107.
Poppa "M" stands, throwing open his trench and revealing his leather
vest, a six gun rig in the front. The Roman in awe.
The double doors crash in and men barrel through as Poppa M turns,
pulls two weapons and fires upon them, hitting one.
The boys crash through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse on either
side of Poppa M. They fire as they fall, hit the ground and roll.
Romeo bursts into the fray from inside the house, blasting away with
his gold .45's, a shotgun hanging on his back.
The garden is being torn apart as the brothers, Poppa M and Romeo
hit their marks and the hit squad returns fire. The boys dive
behind fountains which are then pulverized.
The gun battle rages around the Roman who remains seated in the very
mouth of madness. His heart breaks as his sanctuary is shredded.
Romeo fires as a large rack of wine behind him is torn apart.
Murphy fires over a statue and bodies crash into the pool.
Connor stands, firing in a Jesus Christ pose.
Poppa M drops his empty weapons and pulls two more, laying down a
second barrage.
Romeo is simultaneously hit in the leg and shoulder. He falls,
dropping his .45s. He struggles to fire the shotgun.
Poppa M takes one in the chest.
Connor is wounded in the shoulder but continues firing.
Murphy is hit in the leg but continues firing.
The boys and Romeo manage to take out the last of the Thugs, who are
blasted into the Turkish pool. It is over. The music fades...
EXT. FRONT OF HOME -- MOMENTS LATER
Squad cars screech to a halt as the chopper lands behind them.
Kuntsler exits, shouting orders. Many officers level over their
hoods as S.W.A.T. piles out and moves toward.
INT. GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
The Roman looks around, tears in his eyes. The boys hobble to their
failing father who is on his knees.
CONNOR AND MURPHY
Da?
108.
POPPA M
Boys. Help me up.
They get him to his feet. Poppa M turns to the Roman. He levels a
revolver toward the seated man. With his last bit of strength...
POPPA M (CONT'D)
I'll see you in a minute, Louie.
Poppa M fires one right between the Roman's eyes. Poppa M crumbles.
His sons lay him down.
CONNOR
Oh, no, no, no.
Poppa M smiles as he looks up at the sun through the blown out glass
ceiling. A plume of butterflies escape.
POPPA M
It's a beautiful day.
MURPHY
Aye. It is...it is, Da.
He dies. The brothers weep. Nearby, Romeo is slumped and bleeding,
on the edge of consciousness. A strange calm comes over the
brothers as they stand and look to one another.
S.W.A.T. can be heard surrounding the perimeter. The boys look to
Romeo. He smiles at them and nods. The brothers turn and walk into
the house. The echoed voice of Poppa M.
POPPA M V.O.
And shepherds we shall be...
EXT. STREET -- MOMENTS LATER
Cops level over their squads. Media descends.
POPPA M V.O.
...for Thee, my Lord, for Thee...
INT. HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
SLO-MO: the boys move toward the front door.
POPPA M V.O.
Power hath descended forth from Thy
hand...
109.
INT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS -- SAME TIME
We cut to people around the country glued to their t.v.s Crowds
hush in bars, airports, stores.
POPPA M V.O.
...that our feet may swiftly carry out
thy command...
EXT. FRONT OF HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
The door opens and the boys walk out, guns down.
POPPA M V.O.
So, we shall flow a river forth to
Thee...
INT. GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Romeo raises a weak hand as S.W.A.T. moves cautiously through a
battle field of dead bodies.
POPPA M V.O.
...and teeming with souls shall it ever
be...
EXT. FRONT LAWN -- MOMENTS LATER
SLO-MO: The boys stop in the middle of the lawn and look out over
the massive presence. A policeman yells in his bullhorn, m.o.s.
SLO-MO, CLOSE ON: The brothers' guns fall to the grass.
POPPA M V.O.
In Nomini Patri...
SLO-MO: The brothers drop to their knees.
CONNOR
...e fili...
SLO-MO: The brothers put their hands behind their heads.
MURPHY
...e Spiritu Sancti.
DIP TO BLACK. The music fades...
SUBTEXT: "Seven days Later"
INT. / EXT. NEWS FOOTAGE
STATIC! CHANNEL CHANGE!
110.
Crowds flood a cemetery. Poppa M's casket is lowered...
REPORTER #2
...hundreds took off work today to say
good bye to the man Boston is calling
simply, "The Father."
STATIC! CHANNEL CHANGE!
News desk. Insert of Romeo.
SALLY MCBRIDE
...still in a coma. The condition of
Romeo Mata, the young Hispanic American
allegedly operating with the Saints
remains critical.
STATIC! CHANNEL CHANGE!
Outside Eunice's home.
REPORTER #2
...the search continues for missing
Special Agent Eunice Bloom. As of yet,
law enforcement has turned up nothing
but have not ruled out foul play.
STATIC! CHANNEL CHANGE!
New footage of the aftermath at the Roman's home.
REPORTER #3
The young men, who's names Police are
not releasing to the public have yet to
utter a word since their capture. Even
to their court appointed attorneys.
STATIC! CHANNEL CHANGE!
A mob of protesters chant, "Set them free."
INT. T.V. TALK SHOW, "BOSTON BANTER" -- DAY
Five guests, BALLPLAYER, COMEDIAN, ACTOR, POLITICIAN and a HOST are
seated in the midst of an "audience in the round." The format is
similar to "Politically Incorrect."
BALLPLAYER
It doesn't change anything. What they
did is still more important. It's
still the issue.
111.
COMEDIAN
They deserve medals.
POLITICIAN
They deserve the death penalty.
Arguments erupt.
INT. PRISON HOSPITAL -- DAY
The arguments are heard as the boys awaken in their hospital beds at
the same moment.
PRIEST V.O.
Only God can judge!
ACTOR V.O.
Oh, save it for group, father!
They are bandaged and hooked to machinery.
BALLPLAYER
Well, I know this! They certainly
don't belong in prison.
The boys turn and look out the windows at a group of cons in the
yard, staring up at them.
HOST V.O.
Oh, I don't know.
Connor and Murphy's faces split with evil grins. They mimic guns at
the cons and gesture as if shooting them.
HOST V.O. (CONT'D)
Maybe that's just the place for them.
FADE TO BLACK...
