THE SOUTH BOSTON HOUSING PROJECTS. A MAZE OF BUILDINGS AGAINST THE HARBOR.
COSTELLO (V.O.)
I don’t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product…of me.
COSTELLO (V.O.)
Years ago, we had the Church. That was only a way of saying we had each other. The Knights of Columbus were head-breakers. They took over their piece of the city.
EXT. SOUTHIE. VARIOUS
The neighborhood. 1980's. We won't be here long. This isn't where Costello ends up. It's where he began. Liquor stores with shamrocked signs. Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a job, we had the presidency. That’s what the niggers don’t realize. If I got one thing against the black chaps it's this. No one gives it to you. You have to take it.
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BILLY,
wearing a State Police sweatshirt is running, alongside BROWN a black trainee with specs.
BROWN
She tells me, you never finish anything.
(puff puff)
You finish the police course you get taken care of again baby.
(puff puff)
So after graduation
(puff puff)
I get a blowjob again.
BILLY
That's great. Your mom must be a wonderful woman.
BROWN
Fuck yourself.
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They solemnly toast uncle Jackie and his fate among the fucking guineas. Across the crowded room, BILLY is ordering at the bar.
BILLY
A cranberry juice.
WELL-DRESSED SCUMBAG AT BAR
It's a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she got her period.
(to BILLY)
You got your period?
BILLY glances over at the table where MISTER FRENCH sits with SEAN, and then smashes his glass into the face of the WELL DRESSED SCUMBAG. He stands waiting for the SCUMBAG to get up he is grabbed and shoved against the wall by MISTER FRENCH. Popped into a pay phone hard. The pay phone comes off the hook.
BILLY
Get your hands off me.
MISTER FRENCH
Do you know me?
BILLY
No.
BILLY shakes his head no.
MISTER FRENCH
I'm the guy who tells you there are guys you hit and there are guys you don't. That's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't hit, so I'm fucking ruling on it right now that you don't hit him, understand?
BILLY
Yeah. Excellent. Fine.
MISTER FRENCH
I know you. I know your family. Also I know you do another drug deal with your idiot fucking copmagnet cousin I'll forget your grandmother was very nice to me and cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?
BILLY
Yeah.
MISTER FRENCH
Now you know me.
BILLY
Yeah.
A beat: they stare at each other.
MISTER FRENCH
What are you drinking?
BILLY
Cranberry juice.
A beat.
MISTER FRENCH
What is it, your period?
BILLY laughs.
MISTER FRENCH
Get him a cranberry juice.
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My theory on Feds is they're like mushrooms. Feed 'em shit and keep in the dark.
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COSTELLO (CONT'D)
Good day, Fathers.
PRIESTS
(terrified and simultaneously)
Good morning [day], Francis, good morning.
The OLDER PRIEST is very nervous, looking around. The YOUNGER PRIEST concerned for his elder but personally not implicated.
COSTELLO leans over the OLDER PRIEST, a pathetic man.
COSTELLO
You recall our chat?
(the OLDER PRIEST nods, terrified)
"I am as God made me", was that what you said? May I remind you,
God don't run the bingo in this archdiocese.
YOUNG PRIEST
May I remind you, Mr. Costello, that pride comes before the fall.
COSTELLO
What comes before the Fall is the Summertime.
COSTELLO notices that THE NUN is heading back to the table.
COSTELLO (CONT'D)
How is Sister Mary Theresa doing?
We had a tasty relationship before she took her vows. Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.
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COSTELLO (to translator)
How you going, Robert?
CHINESE TRANSLATOR
Tops, Mr. Costello. I want to tell you that at least two of these gents have machine guns.
COSTELLO takes it all in. The CHINESE GANGSTER looks like a Malay pirate. Costello’s gunmen are perched above, automatic weapons trained on the Triad.
CHINESE GANGSTER (in Cantonese, not subtitled)
Waiting, waiting. We almost departed! This man is from the Embassy. He will have to blow his brains out if he is captured. His entire family will be killed.
CHINESE TRANSLATOR
He’s a little upset.
COSTELLO
Tell him light on the starch.
CHINESE TRANSLATOR
(roughly translating)
He’s fronting the Chinese government and he’s just scared shitless.
COSTELLO
Government man. (loudly, to Chinese)
I’m concerned about Chinamen who think it's wise to bring automatic weapons to a business transaction.
The CHINESE GANGSTER interjects --
CHINESE GANGSTER
Ngup, Ngup, Ngup. Ngaw um ming. Kay ngup mutt. [Yap, yap, yap. I don’t understand. What is he saying?]
The CHINESE TRANSLATOR translates Costello’s statement about “concern.”
SEVERAL OF THE TRIAD, hearing a “automatic weapon,” stupidly raise their MACHINE GUNS. They don’t aim them.
COSTELLO
For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids none of us are carrying automatic weapons because here, in this country, it don’t add inches to your dick. You get a life sentence for it.
We (but no one else) hear a double click as MISTER FRENCH cocks a pistol behind his back.
CHINESE GANGSTER (in Cantonese)
Put away that machine gun.
The MACHINE GUN is put away.
COSTELLO
If these chinks want to nuke Taiwan any time in this century, you tell them they better shape up fast and show me one million dollars.
The CHINESE TRANSLATOR translates.
COSTELLO (CONT'D)
What we generally do in this country is one guy shows up with the items, and the other guy pays him. No tickee...no laundry.
COSTELLO gestures and a BOX of PROCESSORS is put on the floor. Opened. The CHINESE GANGSTER gestures and a case of money is put on the floor. Opened. FITZY looks at it, nods.
CHINESE GANGSTER
Nay tiey ching chaw yut bok mon. [Make sure it’s real. It’s a million dollars.]. ALTERNATE/ALSO
(insult): Ne dei yeeche ling ngnaw dong maw gok nay chun. [Next time you make me wait, I’m going to cut your dick off.]
COSTELLO
In English, thank you, also.
CHINESE GANGSTER
Du ne. [Fuck you.]
The deal is done.
COSTELLO
The expedition continues this way.
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