In their heads, playin' hopscotch in

their front yards. And everyone thinks

the same thing... Someone should

just go kill those motherfuckers.

MURPHY

Kill em all. Admit it, even you've

thought about it.

Rocco ponders this as the boys continue to clean their

weapons.

ROCCO

You guys should be in every major

city.

The boys chuckle. Rocco steadily works himself into a humorous

frenzy.

ROCCO

This is some heavy shit. This is

like Lone Ranger-heavy man. Fuck it!

There's so much shit that pisses me

off. You guys should recruit 'cause

I am sick and fuckin' tired of walkin'

down the street waitin' for one of

these assholes to get me, y'know?

MURPHY

(chuckling)

Hallelujah, Jaffar.

ROCCO

So you're not just talkin' mob guys.

You're talkin' anyone, right? Even

like pimps and drug dealers and all

that shit?

The boys look at each other and nod.

ROCCO

Well fuck, you guys could do this

every day.

MURPHY

We're like 7-Eleven. We ain't always

doing business, but we're always

open.

CONNOR

Nicely put.

Int. Rocco's apartment night one hour later

The three are partying hard. There's a pizza surrounded by

Guinness cans as they whoop it up, sitting at the round table.

Rocco wears one of the masks. They're all drunk. The house

cat is lounging on the table comfortably.

ROCCO

You fuckin' guys. You ruined me. I'm

fuckin' done. Permanent package boy.

MURPHY

Who says that? You could take credit

on it.

ROCCO

What are you serious?

MURPHY

Yeah, fuck it. If you think about

it, it's all you can do really. You

can't tell him it was us. Go in

braggin' and shit.

CONNOR

Climb the corporate ladder, boy. Don

Rocco.

ROCCO

Fuck it! I'm doing it. I deserve it.

I've been working for those fat

bastards since I was in high school

and look at this place.

The boys nod in agreement.

ROCCO

(working into a frenzy)

They're fuckin' me man! Hey, they

can suck my pathetic little dick.

And I'll dip my nuts in marinara

just so the fat fucks can get a taste

of home while they're at it. That's

it, it's done, I'm doing it.

Rocco slams his fist down on the table next to Murphy's gun.

The gun goes off with a bang! and blows the lounging cat

right off the table. A softball-sized hole is blasted in the

wall as a large splatter of blood sprays the area surrounding

the hole. Everyone is in shock for a second.

MURPHY

I can't fuckin' believe that just

happened!

INT. ROCCO'S APARTMENT NEXT MORNING 11:30 A.M.

The three are passed out all over the apartment. Rocco

awakens. He stumbles past the wall with the large, round,

pink stain on it. There is a crooked picture hanging in the

middle of it.

Rocco staggers to the kitchen and throws water in his face

over a sinkful of dirty dishes. Connor awakens, grabs his

jacket and follows Rocco out.

EXT. ROCCO'S FRONT STEPS CONTINUOUS

CONNOR

(hung over)

Donna's gonna be angry about her

cat.

ROCCO

Shit. She's on every drug know to

man. She'd have sold that thing for

a dime bag. Screw her.

(beat)

But I do kinda feel like an ass-hole.

CONNOR

(chuckles)

You sound real remorseful.

Connor lights up two smokes and hands one to Rocco.

ROCCO

She ain't been around in weeks anyhow.

CONNOR

(beat)

Listen. Something's been bothering

me about last night.

ROCCO

What?

CONNOR

Well... what if your boss knew how

many guys were supposed to be there...