I don't wanna die!!!!!

Murphy is aching to help but Connor is more steady. A man

who has been shot starts to regain consciousness. Connor

turns his back to shoot him (slo-mo). Murphy sees his

opportunity, pulls the cue ball from the table, and rolls it

silently across the carpet toward Rocco.

Connor fires with his left hand and as the casing ejects

from the gun he catches it in mid air and makes the sign of

the cross. Rocco is on his back, the man is straddling him.

They both have each others throats and are trying to strangle

one another. When the ball is within arms reach, Rocco slams

his hand down on it and knocks his assailant in the skull.

He straddles him and begins to mercilessly beat his face in

with the cue ball, yelling "You sick fuck!"

He finally stops, gets up, runs toward the boys, and throws

an exhausted punch at Connor who just lays Roc down on the

pool table and says, "Nicely done, boy". Murphy tends to

Roc. Connor checks out the man and seems surprised.

Murphy takes the bloody cue ball from Rocco's hand and

polishes it off on his jacket, making sure Connor cannot

see. He replaces it perfectly on the table. Smecker now stands

in front of the table with the cue shining in the background.

SMECKER

I've never seen wounds like these

before, but whatever he used on this

guy, it was a blunt object and they

took it with them.

Smecker exits to the left as Greenly enters from the right,

following Smecker out. He walks by the table furiously

scribbling in his notebook. Connor, Murphy and Rocco exit

the room, pennies in the eyes of all the corpses in the

background. Rocco holds two duffle bags full of poker money.

Greenly stops, picks up the cue ball and looks at the dead

man. He shakes his head and says, "Nah".

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT LAWN DAY

Smecker stands in the middle of the front lawn. His hair is

a mess. He's chain-smoking. His clothes are disheveled.

His eyes are psychotic. He points to the parked Taurus as

six men in dark suits appear in a fuzzy, out-of-focus shot.

They line up shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk.

SMECKER

They exited out the front door. And

they had no fucking idea what they

were in for.

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT LAWN DAY

Rocco, Connor and Murphy walk toward the front door.

EXT. SUBURBANK "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE SIDEWALK DAY

(Slo-mo) Two black leather boots slowly walk up the sidewalk

and stop in front of the new, gray Ford Taurus then turn

toward the house. Il Duce removes a white balloon filled

with a few ounces of fluid from the pocket of his black trench

coat. He throws it on the walk, the blood splatters. He picks

up the remnants of the balloon and puts them back in his

pocket and stands there waiting, looking at the house.

EXT. SUBURBAN "BEAVER CLEAVER" TYPE HOUSE FRONT STOOP DAY

The boys come out, Rocco in the middle and slightly ahead of

them. They look out to the walk, stunned.

SMECKER

Now they are staring at six guys

with guns drawn. It was a fucking

ambush.

Our three heroes stand, their jaws dropping as their point

of view reveals the Il Duce, standing alone, his hands folded