The Boondock Saints Page #3

MCGERKIN:

Hey, those people can shut ya down.

They'll sue you into the ground

claiming they were put under mental

duress, inner pain. and sufferin'.

MURPHY:

Well, as long as we're hirin' fat

lesbians, give your ma a call.

Murphy laughs as he jogs away.

MCGERKIN:

F*** you Murphy.

INT. NOLAND'S MEAT PACKING PLANT CUT STATION SAME DAY

Rozengurtle and Connor stand in front of a bunch of co-workers

who are cutting meat as it goes by on assembly.

CONNOR:

Okay, just cut off as much fat as

you can as it goes by and the rule

of thumb here is...

ROZ:

Rule of thumb?

CONNOR:

(questioningly)

Yeah?

ROZ:

Do you know where that term comes

from? In the early 1900's it was

legal for men to beat their wives as

long as they used a stick no wider

than their thumb.

Connor holds up his thumb and stares at it.

CONNOR:

Can't do much damage with that.

Perhaps, it shoulda been the rule of

wrist. Ha!

(he elbows her)

Rule of wrist.

She returns an icy stare. He hands her the knife. The co-

workers all seem wary of Roz.

Murphy stands on one side of Roz, Connor on the other,

surrounded by a tight group of workers. Everyone is within

ear shot of one another, cutting meat as it goes by. Knowing

glances are shared by everyone. It is an uncomfortable mood.

CONNOR:

Hey Murphy?

MURPHY:

Aye.

CONNOR:

(slight smirk)

How many feminists does it take to

screw in a light bulb?

MURPHY:

How many?

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