It's a good bet they were there last

night.

SMECKER

(turns to detectives)

Good work, Mitchell. I'll check that

out myself.

Duffy starts walking down the street. A REPORTER is hot on

his heels.

REPORTER

Hey, Duffy. What the fuck happened

here? You owe me. This is the one I

want.

DUFFY

Let's go get a cup of coffee. You

ain't gonna fuckin' believe this

one.

Smecker is standing on the front steps in front of uniformed

officers and homicide detectives.

SMECKER

I want A.P.B.'s put out. I want more

uniforms on the streets. One thing's

for sure, wherever these guys are

they're hurting.

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM DAY

A potent song takes our ears as The MacManus brothers sit in

the E.R. They have already received care. Their faces are

beaten and there are bandages and dried blood in various

spots. Connor's injuries exceed Murphy's. They are both clad

in only their leather boots, boxer shorts and worn out old

bathrobes.

Young kids wait for medical attention, as their knife wounds

bleed. Two nuns in the corner console a third, whose robes

are ripped and face is beaten. A woman toward the end of the

hall is so badly beaten she is unrecognizable.

As the song builds to a more harrowing chorus, a man enters.

His clothes suggest he's a pimp. He is not injured. He looks

around as he stands, perturbed, at the end of the hall.

He reaches over and grabs the beat up woman by the hair and

begins to drag her out. She is kicking and screaming from

the floor, grabbing at his wrists as he hauls her away.

(Slo-mo) The boys, instantly furious, stand and begin to go

toward the action, but Connor's legs give out on him and he

falls to the floor. Connor, still trying to go after the

pimp, crawls towards him. Murphy helps his brother to his

chair and hold him tight.

MURPHY

Okay. Just calm down. Take it easy.

He'll have his day. He'll have his

(turns)

FUCKIN' DAY!

Music fades.

Int emergency room day few minutes later

An old Irishman enters the E.R. DOC (70 yrs.) has a serious

facial twitch and is prone to blinking uncontrollably. He

has a mild stutter. He also has Tourette's Syndrome and is

apt to yell his two chosen swear words every now and then,

first fuck! and after a slight pause, ass! He rushes up as

they stand to greet him. Murphy holds Connor up.

MURPHY

Thanks for comin', Doc.

DOC

(Irish accent, squeaky

voice)

J-Jesus. What the fuck happened? Are

ya b-boys all right?

CONNOR

We're alive.

DOC

An F.B.I. agent came by the bar. He

left me his c-c, he left me his c-c,

he left me this.

He hands them a card with Smecker's name on it. They survey

it with interest.

DOC

(extremely loud)

Fuck!..........Ass!

Everyone in the E.R. looks at Doc in shock. Connor and Murphy

don't even avert their eyes from the card.

DOC

What are you going to do?

CONNOR

We're going to turn ourselves in. It

was self defense.

DOC

y-y-yeah that's what he said.

MURPHY

How the fuck's he know that? We

haven't spoken to anyone yet.

DOC

Don't know. He didn't say.

The boys look puzzled. Murphy helps Connor down to his seat.

MURPHY

Listen Doc, we need a favor.

DOC

A-anything.

Murphy hands Doc a partially filled garbage bag.

CONNOR

Hold this shit for us, Doc. We'll be

comin back for it when we get out.

DOC

Right.

Doc exits, say one more "Fuck,...Ass", on the way out.