INT. L STREET BAR & GRILLE, SOUTH BOSTON -- EVENING The bar is dirty, more than a little run down. If there is ever a cook on duty, he's not here now. As we pan across several empty tables, we can almost smell the odor of last nights beer and crushed pretzels on the floor.
CHUCKIE:
Oh my God, I got the most f***ed up thing I been meanin' to tell you.
As the camera rises, we find FOUR YOUNG MEN seated around a table near the back of the bar.
ALL:
Oh Jesus. Here we go.
The guy holding court is CHUCKIE SULLIVAN, 20, and the largest of the bunch. He is loud, boisterous, a born entertainer.
Next to him is WILL HUNTING, 20, handsome and confident, a softspoken leader. On Will's right sits BILLY MCBRIDE, 22, heavy, quiet, someone you definitely wouldn't want to tangle with.
Finally there is MORGAN O'MALLY, 19, smaller than the other guys. Wiry and anxious, Morgan listens to Chuckie's horror stories with eager disgust.
All four boys speak with thick Boston accents. This is a rough, working class Irish neighborhood and these boys are its product.
CHUCKIE:
You guys know my cousin Mikey Sullivan?
ALL:
Yeah.
CHUCKIE:
Well you know how he loves animals right? Anyway, last week he's drivin' home... (laughs)
ALL:
What? Come on!
CHUCKIE:
(trying not to laugh) I'm sorry, 'cause you know Mikey, the f***in guy loves animals, and this is the last person you'd want this to happen to.
WILL:
Chuckie, what the f*** happened?
CHUCKIE:
Okay. He's driving along and this f***in' cat jumps in front of his car, and so he hits this cat-- Chuckie is really laughing now.
MORGAN:
--That isn't funny--
CHUCKIE:
--and he's like "sh*t! Motherf***er!"
And he looks in his rearview and sees this cat -- I'm sorry--
BILLY:
F***in' Chuckie!
CHUCKIE:
So he sees this cat tryin to make it across the street and it's not lookin' so good.
WILL:
It's walkin' pretty slow at this point.
MORGAN:
You guys are f***in' sick.
CHUCKIE:
So Mikey's like "F***, I gotta put this thing out of its misery"--So he gets a hammer-- WILL/MORGAN/BILLY OH!
CHUCKIE:
out of his tool box, and starts chasin' the cat and starts whackin' it with the hammer. You know, tryin' to put the thing out of its misery.
