Int. Yakavetta's house front foyer night

Yakavetta lights up a cigar and talks to his men.

CHAPPY

Once you set him in motion, you can't

call him off. He thinks it's still

on.

Yakavetta stops as if terrified with a thought.

YAKAVETTA

Oh Jesus Christ!

HOJO

What? I...

YAKAVETTA

Hey, I don't have my name spray

painted on the front of this house.

There are no big pictures of me

anywhere. If this guy thinks the job

is still a go then I got green money

says the mother fucker's out in the

bushes already. I'm fucking gone!

I'm leaving you guys to deal with

this.

The four guys are left alone. They all look far from confident

except for Geno.

GENO

One fucking guy, so what.

HOJO

Why don't you take the front.

(points)

You guys cover those other exits and

if you see him, don't flag him down,

just kill the mother fucker. I'm

going back down to work on these

pricks.

INT. YAKAVETTA'S HOUSE BASEMENT ROOM NIGHT

Murphy has scootched his chair in front of Connor's. He has

his back to Connor.

He stretches his neck over and bites at the collar of his p-

coat. He gathers as much of the material in his mouth as he

can. He starts to yell, "Do it!" but it is muffled.

Connor, still sobbing, begins to kick his brother's left

hand repeatedly. He turns it into a bloody piece of broken

meat as Murphy screams through the shirt. Finally, it is

broken enough and Murphy pulls it through the cuff.

He stands and breaks the chair into pieces and grabs the

sharpest piece. Hojo enters and Murphy shoves the sharp stick

up through the bottom of his chin into his head. He drags

him around the room yelling mumbo jumbo into his face as

Connor jumps up and down in his chair in rage, wanting a

piece of the action.

Murphy throws the man down and Connor proceeds to viciously

kick his dead body. The two have turned into barbarians.

Murphy removes the man's two guns, shiny nickel-plated 45s.