Irish tonight. Now, why don't ya

pull up a stool and have a drink

with us?

CHECKOV

You insult me. I would never drink

that sewage. Especially with you

people. You are fools.

Checkov slaps the beer to the floor.

CHECKOV

This is no game! If you won't go, we

will make you go!

The boys look at each other, remembering what Mom said.

They still hold the shots.

CONNOR

If ya want a fight, you can see you're

outnumbered. We're trying ta be civil

here, so I suggest you take our offer.

CHECKOV

I make the offers, ass-hole.

Rocco pushes off the bar. He's had enough.

ROCCO

(standing between the

two brothers)

Hey, there Boris. What would you say

if I told you that your pinko, commie

mother sucked so much dick...

Wham! Ivan punches him in the face. He is quickly down and

out. Connor and Murphy's faces turn to stone as they speak

the next few lines in flawless fluent Russian with English

subtitles.

CONNOR

"Now, that wasn't too polite, was

it?"

MURPHY

"I'm afraid we can't let that one

go, Ivan."

Checkov is completely taken aback. All the Irish are fairly

impressed as well.

CONNOR

I don't think Ma would mind.

They clink the glasses together, throw back the Hennessey,

ball up the thick glasses in their fists, drop to one knee

and both deliver a devastating blow to each of Checkov's

quads. Murphy on the left, Connor on the right. He's down

for the count, writhing on the floor.

The boy's each take a Russian guy and start fighting as the

others start kicking and spitting on Checkov. This is a bar

brawl, lots of punches don't connect. Connor dismantles his

man quickly. Murphy is still fighting as all the Irish try

to jump in and help Murphy but Connor goes into psycho mode,

pushing them all back.

CONNOR

Let the boy go. He knows what the

fuck he's doing!

They all back off and start to cheer him on. Murphy and Vladdy

are ripping each other apart. Vladdy backs him against a

wall and pulls back, exhausted, for one good punch. Murphy

reaches up behind his head with both hands and pulls two

bottles of wine from a wall rack. He swings them toward each

other with Vladdy's head as the mid-point. The bottles

haphazardly connect, one on each side of his head. He crumples

to the ground in an explosion of glass and wine.

There is shock and silence.

CONNOR

Nicely done, boy!