Film The Boondock Saints dodan dne 08.24.10 v kategoriji Action
Fraternal twins set out to rid Boston of the evil men operating there while being tracked down by an FBI agent.
The Boondock Saints
Režija: Troy Duffy
Scenarij:
Dolžina: 108 min | South Korea:102 min (cut)
Jezik: English | Spanish | Papiamento
Scenarij:
Dolžina: 108 min | South Korea:102 min (cut)
Jezik: English | Spanish | Papiamento
Žanr: Action | Crime | Drama | Thriller
Kljucne besede: Irish | FBI | Mafia | Justice | Fraternal Twins
Slogan: Brothers. Killers. Saints.
Zgodba: Fraternal twins set out to rid Boston of the evil men operating there while being tracked down by an FBI agent.
Kljucne besede: Irish | FBI | Mafia | Justice | Fraternal Twins
Slogan: Brothers. Killers. Saints.
Zgodba: Fraternal twins set out to rid Boston of the evil men operating there while being tracked down by an FBI agent.
Glavni igralci filma The Boondock Saints: Willem Dafoe, Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus, David Della Rocco, Billy Connolly, David Ferry, Brian Mahoney, Bob Marley, Richard Fitzpatrick, William Young, Robert Pemberton, Bill Craig, Dot Jones, Scott Griffith, Layton Morrison
Karakterji, ki se pojavljajo v The Boondock Saints: Jim Levenstein, Chris Oz Ostreicher, Kevin Myers, Michelle Flaherty, Nadia, Victoria Vicky Lathum, Paul Finch, Steve Stifler (as Seann W. Scott), Jims Dad, Jessica, Heather, Stiflers Mom, Chuck Sherman, Albert, Jims Mom, Jim Levenstein, Chris Oz Ostreicher, Kevin Myers, Michelle Flaherty, Nadia, Victoria Vicky Lathum, Paul Finch, Steve Stifler (as Seann W. Scott), Jims Dad, Jessica, Heather, Stiflers Mom, Chuck Sherman, Albert, Jims Mom, Paul Smecker, Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco, Il Duce, Detective Dolly, Detective Duffy, Detective Greenly, The Chief, Monsignor, Macklepenny, McGerkin, Rosengurtle Baumgartener (as Dorothy-Marie Jones), Ivan Checkov, Vladdy
Karakterji, ki se pojavljajo v The Boondock Saints: Jim Levenstein, Chris Oz Ostreicher, Kevin Myers, Michelle Flaherty, Nadia, Victoria Vicky Lathum, Paul Finch, Steve Stifler (as Seann W. Scott), Jims Dad, Jessica, Heather, Stiflers Mom, Chuck Sherman, Albert, Jims Mom, Jim Levenstein, Chris Oz Ostreicher, Kevin Myers, Michelle Flaherty, Nadia, Victoria Vicky Lathum, Paul Finch, Steve Stifler (as Seann W. Scott), Jims Dad, Jessica, Heather, Stiflers Mom, Chuck Sherman, Albert, Jims Mom, Paul Smecker, Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco, Il Duce, Detective Dolly, Detective Duffy, Detective Greenly, The Chief, Monsignor, Macklepenny, McGerkin, Rosengurtle Baumgartener (as Dorothy-Marie Jones), Ivan Checkov, Vladdy
Lokacija snemanja: Boston Common, Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Oblika filma: 2.35 : 1
Datum izdaje: 19 November 1999 (Denmark)
Oblika filma: 2.35 : 1
Datum izdaje: 19 November 1999 (Denmark)
Zanimivosti v filmu The Boondock Saints: In the Sin Bin, Connor says, “Ive been waiting for this one,” referring to one of the two additional victims. The comment refers to an omitted scene in the emergency room, where the man is a pimp that was beating a prostitute, and Murphy holds Connor back from attacking the pimp. The other victim in the Sin Bin is a drug dealer from outside the Sin Bin (yet another omitted scene).
Napake iz filma The Boondock Saints: Errors made by characters (possibly deliberate errors by the filmmakers): Cops wouldn’t be smoking at an active crime scene. The ashes and butts would contaminate the scene.
Napake iz filma The Boondock Saints: Errors made by characters (possibly deliberate errors by the filmmakers): Cops wouldn’t be smoking at an active crime scene. The ashes and butts would contaminate the scene.
Zanimivi citati iz filma The Boondock Saints:
[after Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop] Murphy: Liberating, isnt it? Connor: Lets fuckin go! Rocco: You know, it is a bit.
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships. Rocco: Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mixnmatch shits gotta go. Doc: What? Connor: A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isnt it? Murphy: And dont cross the road if you cant get out of the kitchen.
[the two brothers are in an airshaft and getting a bit uncomfortable] Murphy: Where the fuck are you going? Connor: Shhh. I fucking hearin some shit out here. Murphy: Ahh, fuck you! Im sweatin my ass off draggin your fuckin rope around. Must weigh thirty pounds. Connor: Shhh. We are doing some serious shit here, now get a fucking hold of yourself! Murphy: Oh, *fuck you*! Im not the rope-totin Charlie Bronson wannabe thats getting us fucking lost! Connor: Would you fucking shut it? [taps him on the head with his flash light, and both brothers start fighting in the air vent until it gives way] Connor: You mother- Jesus fucking Christ! Murphy: Oh, shit! [the vents give way]
Doc: He left me his c-c-c… He left me his c-c-c… Oh, he fucking gave me this. Fuck! Ass!
Rocco: [shouts] Fuck it! Theres so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, cause Im sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me! Murphy: Hallelujah, Jaffar. Rocco: So, like, youre not just talking about mob guys, right? Youre talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right? Connor: Oh, yeah. Rocco: Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day! Murphy: Were sorta like 7-Eleven. Were not always doing business, but were always open. Connor: That is nicely put.
[after Rocco enters the bar] Rocco: Hey fuck-ass, give me a beer.
Rocco: Im the fuck outta here!
Connor: Now you will receive us. Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. Connor: We do not want your tired and sick. Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim. Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us. Murphy: With every breath we shall hunt them down. Connor: Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. Murphy: Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain. Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it. Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish. [Murphy and Conner join II Duce behind Yakavetta] Il Duce: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. Yakavetta: Vaffanculo – “Fuck You” in Itallian Connor: That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: In nomine Patri. Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: Et Fili. Connor, Murphy: Spiritus Sancti. [they execute Yakavetta]
Monsignor: And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, no one so much as called the police. They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death in broad daylight. They watched as her assailant walked away. Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men. Connor: [as the brothers exit the church] I do believe the monsignors finally got the point. Murphy: Aye.
Ivan Checkov: I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now. Murphy: Checkov? Well, this heres McCoy. We find a Spock, we got us an away team.
Paul Smecker: [Agent Smecker walks up to the first crime scene, where Chekov and his partner lay dead] Brilliant. So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch. Whats your name? Detective Greenly: Detective Greenly. Who the fuck are you? Paul Smecker: [opens his coat and shows his FBI credentials] Thats who the fuck I am.
[after Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong] Paul Smecker: Well start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: [enters the police station, packed with cops] First of all, Id like to thank whichever one of you donut-munching, barrel-assed, pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press. Thats just what we need now: some sensational story in the papers making these boys out to be superheroes, triumphing over evil. Let me squash the rumors now. These two are not heroes. Theyre just two ordinary men who were put in an extraordinary situation and they just happened to come out on top. Yes, nothing from our far-reaching computer system has turned up diddly on these two. All we know is what we found out from the neighbors, and the general consensus is, theyre angels. But angels dont kill. And we got two bodies in the morgue that look like theyve been “serial-crushed by some huge friggin guy”.
Il Duce: Whosoever shed mans blood, by man shall his blood be shed. For in the image of God made He man.
Yakavetta: Im having a shitty day. Im depressed. Tell me a funny joke. Rocco: Now? A joke? Uh… um, uh… A joke. Yeah, alright. Um… Theres these, uh, three guys, uh… a-a-a-a spic, a-a-a-a white guy and a black guy. Yakavetta: Nigger. Rocco: Yeah, n-n- Yeah. And-and they walk along the beach, they see this pot, they rub it, genie comes out. Genie says, you know, “You wish for anything you want.” So, he asks, uh-uh, Mexican what-what he wants, and he goes, uh, uh, “I want, uh, all my people in America to be happy and free and in Mexico.” And so, genie – Poof! And, all the spics are in Mexico. And then he asks the black guy… Vincenzo Lipazzi: Nigger. Rocco: Yeah, thats what I said. Goes to the, uh- uh, nigger, says, uh, “What do you want?” And he goes, um, uh, “I want all my African- my nigger brothers in America to be back in Africa and-and happy and everything.” You know? So, genie goes poof! And, um, all the niggers in America are in Africa. And, uh, uh, uh, this is go- Im not funny today. I-I know. Im havin a hard day. I-I-I- This joke sucks. Its-its-its a stupid joke. Yakavetta: Continue the joke. Rocco: So the genie says to the white guy, uh, um, “Whats your one wish?” And the white guy goes, “You mean to tell me all the niggers and spics are out of America?” Genie goes, “Yeah.” He says, “Well, um, Ill have a Coke, then.”
Paul Smecker: Now, you Irish cops are perking up. Thats two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing. [He proceeds to riverdance]
[after dropping through the ceiling on a rope and killing nine mobsters] Connor: Well, “Name one thing youre gonna need this stupid fucking rope for.” Murphy: That was way easier than I thought. Connor: Aye. Murphy: You know, on TV you always got that guy that jumps over the sofa. Connor: And then you gotta shoot at him for ten fucking minutes, too. Murphy: Aye. Connor: Christ. Murphy: Were good. Connor: Yes, we are.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and Ill dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while theyre at it.
Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch. Donna: God. Rayvie: What? Donna: Why? Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
Connor: We havent really got a system of deciding who, Roc. Its, uh… Rocco: Me! *Me*! Im the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! Ive got phone numbers, addresses! I know who theyre fucking! I know where they live! We could kill *everyone.* Murphy: So what do you think? Connor: Im strangely comfortable with it.
Paul Smecker: Oh, isnt that beautiful? All the lowlifes in quiet city Boston start dropping dead and *you* think its unrelated! Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinking for me, I will have a fucking tag on my toe!
Yakavetta: Hes happy now, just killing us one by one. And worse, hes good at it.
[Yakavetta wants to call in Il Duce] Augustus DiStephano: Your father and I used him three times in twenty years, only when things got totally fucked. Whenever we needed one of our own bumped off, we called this guy in. He had a thing for clipping wiseguys, but only one rule: No women, no kids. Believe me, kid, you dont want this guy unless you are one hundred percent sure you need him. Hes a fucking monster.
[the brothers discover a briefcase of money with the roomful of Russian mobsters theyve just wiped out] Connor: Fuck me! Murphy: Oh. The hits just keep on coming! [whacks Connor in the face with a wad of cash] Connor: Ow! Give it a smell! Murphy: I love our new job.
Rocco: Ill catch you on the flip side.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family… wife, kids, everyone… like hes ordering fucking pizza.
Paul Smecker: So youre telling me it was one guy with six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?
Paul Smecker: These burns indicate that they used silencers. Look at these entry and exit wounds. Theyre almost identical. The two bullets went in here, through the top of the skull, criss-crossed, and exited through the eyeballs. This one clue tells us three distinct facts. Number one, Duffy? Detective Duffy: They shot him at a downward angle… They put him on his knees? Paul Smecker: Excellent! Number two, Greenly? Detective Greenly: They… shot him at a downward angle? Paul Smecker: It tells us he was the last to die. And number three, Dolly? Detective Dolly: Uh… there was two shooters. Paul Smecker: Fan-frigging-tastic. [the other detectives start to object] Paul Smecker: Stay with me, boys! What did they do to make two such identical wounds. Two men, of similar height, drop this guy down, each puts some iron to his head, and boom, thats all she freakin wrote. Detective Duffy: What about one guy, two guns? Paul Smecker: Eh, possible, but unlikely. The angles are too extreme. A guy holding two guns to the back of your noodle is gonna shoot straight ahead. He wouldnt cock out his elbows, it makes no sense. Besides, are you telling me *one guy* came in here and killed eight men with eight extremely well-aimed shots in just a few seconds? No way. Had to be at least two.
Connor: How far are we gonna take this, Da? Il Duce: The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far is as needed?
Connor: Its the real deal, Roc. Evil men, dead men.
[after Rocco fondles an unconscious strippers breast] Connor: What the fuck are you doing? Rocco: …Ill tip her.
Yakavetta: The 90s are killing me. I shouldnt have done that. Youre not supposed to tell a guy youre gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
[after Rocco gets his finger shot off] Rocco: Feels like its still there. Connor: Yeah, well its not.
Paul Smecker: Television. Television is the explanation for this – you see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling – that James Bond shit never happens in real life! Professionals dont do that!
Doc: Why dont you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Paul Smecker: So Duffy, you got any theories to go with that… tie?
Connor: Jeez! Its a fuckin six-shooter. Fuck! Murphy: Theres nine bodies, genius. Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Rocco: Anybody *you* think is evil? Connor: Aye. Rocco: Dont you think thats a little weird, a little psycho? Connor: Dyou know what I think is psycho, Roc? Its decent men with loving families. They go home every day after work and they turn on the news. You know what they see? They see rapists, and murderers and child molesters. Theyre all getting out of prison. Murphy: Mafiosos. Gettin caught with twenty kilos. Gettin out on bail the same fuckin day. Connor: And everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those motherfuckers. Murphy: Kill em all. Admit it. Even youve thought about it. Rocco: You guys should be in every major city. This is some heavy shit. This is, like, Lone Ranger heavy, man.
Paul Smecker: They exited out the front door. They had no idea what they were in for. Now theyre staring at six men with guns drawn. It was a fucking ambush. [they exit the house to find Il Duce, one man with six guns] Paul Smecker: This was a fucking bomb dropping on Beaver Cleaverville. For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon! [shouts] Paul Smecker: There was a firefight!
Rocco: Fuckin- What the fuckin. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking… How did you two fucking fucks… [shouts] Rocco: Fuck! Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Connor: [during job training for an avid feminist] The rule of thumb here is… Rosengurtie: Wait, rule of thumb? In the early 1900s it was legal for men to beat their wives, as long as they used a stick no wider than their thumb. Connor: Cant do much damage with that then, can we? Perhaps it should have been a rule of wrist?
The Priest: Would they ever harm an innocent person for any reason? [of Rocco, whos holding him at gunpoint] Paul Smecker: No, they would never do that. Well, the two Irish guys wouldnt, the Italian guy, he might, hes kind of an idiot.
Paul Smecker: Good shooting, shitty shooting.
[while drunk in the confession booth] Paul Smecker: I put evil men behind bars, but the law has miles of red tape and loopholes for these cocksuckers to slip through.
Paul Smecker: Just pour the drink, you fairy fuck.
Detective Dolly: So whats the symbology there? Paul Smecker: Symbology? Now that Duffy has relinquished his “King Bonehead” crown, I see we have an heir to the throne! Im sure the word you were looking for was “symbolism.” What is the ssss-himbolism there?
[after Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover and slaps him] Paul Smecker: What are you doing? Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle. Paul Smecker: Cuddle? What a fag.
Connor: Destroy all that which is evil. Murphy: So that which is good may flourish.
[after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall] Murphy: I cant believe that just fucking happened! Rocco: Is it dead?
Detective Greenly: These guys are miles away by now, but if you wanna beat your head against a wall, then heres what youre looking for: theyre scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook em, okay? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, “Thanks for coming out!” [Murphy and Connor walk into the station and Smecker sees them] Murphy: Youd probably have better luck with a beer. Connor: Aye, you would. Detective Greenly: Aw, fuck. Paul Smecker: Hey, Greenly. Onion bagel, cream cheese.
Paul Smecker: [walking through the hotel room] How many bodies, Greenly? Detective Greenly: Eight. [Smecker gives him a look] Detective Greenly: Ah, shit! I forgot about that one! Nine! Nine? Paul Smecker: While Greenlys out gettin coffee, anybody else want anything? Detective Greenly: Shit.
Detective Greenly: [giving his theory about the two dead Russians in the alley] This guy takes a blunt object, fuckin, waah! Hits the guy with the bandages around his head, right? Why? Cause hes smart. He knows the guy with the bandages around his ass, he aint goin nowhere. Hes goin fuckin nowhere. [to dead body] Detective Greenly: Where you goin? Nowhere!
Connor: Okay, Roc… [Connor looks at him and laughs; his mask is badly put on] Rocco: What? You guys got masks. Murphy: You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert. [as they keep giggling, Rocco takes his mask off] Rocco: Fine! Fuck it. When were done, she can ID me. I dont care. Just trying to be professional, but nooooo… Connor: It looks fine! Rocco: Fuck it. Connor: Now shut the fuck up, you look good. Put it on! You look fuckin scary, man! [Rocco puts his mask on, again badly] Connor: [trying not to laugh] Now Roc, are you sure that youre obee-kay-bee?
[seeing the nine dead Russian mobsters that the masked men killed] Rocco: Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks. Whered you get em?
[to a trio of Russian mobsters] Rocco: Hey, Boris. What would you do if I told you your pinko Commie mother sucked so much dick, her face looks like an egg? [Checkov decks Rocco]
Detective Duffy: This was their target, the fag-man. Paul Smecker: The what-man? [awkward pause] Detective Duffy: The fat man. Paul Smecker: Well. Freud was right.
[to a woman in the court room before they kill Yakavetta] Il Duce: You must watch, dear. Itll all be over soon.
Connor: Donnas gonna be angry about her cat. Rocco: Shit. Shes on every drug known to man. Shed have sold the thing for a dime-bag. Screw her. [laughs] Rocco: I do kinda feel like an asshole, though. Connor: Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.
Donna: You killed my… my… Rocco: Your what? Donna: My… Rocco: Your fuckin what? Huh? Your what, bitch? Rocco: [puts gun to his own head] Ill shoot myself in the head, you can tell me that cats name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious, little… Rayvie: Skippy! Skippy! Rocco: Oh, Jesus! What color was it, bitch? Rayvie: Dont you fucking yell at her like that you prick! Rocco: [turns gun on Rayvie] Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I cant buy a pack of smokes without runnin into nine guys you fucked!
Detective Greenly: What if it was just one guy with six guns? Paul Smecker: Why dont you let me do the thinking, huh, genius?
Detective Greenly: I aint getting him no fucking bagel.
Paul Smecker: Why dont you get me a cup of coffee? Detective Greenly: Who the hell is this…? Paul Smecker: Cafe latte. Detective Greenly: What the fuck…? Paul Smecker: Twist of lemon. Detective Greenly: Chief, what the fuck is this? Paul Smecker: SweetN Low.
Murphy: Yeah, its St. Pattys Day, everyones Irish tonight. Why dont you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
Il Duce: When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who hate me. Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints.
Paul Smecker: It looks like weve got us a cowboy.
Yakavetta: You insignifi-CUNT, little fuck!
[first lines] Mackiepenny: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen.
[last lines] Man in the street: Im ready to [beep] Man in the street: my [beep] Man in the street: on. OK? Im ready to get busy too. You know, Im ready to get *busy*.
Rocco: That was funny, wasnt it? That was real fucking funny, huh? Huh? Bartender: Not me! Not me! Rocco: [shoots him] It was FUNNY! FUNNY! FUNNY! FUNNY! [gun clicks empty]
[after discovering sickos in the booths at a strip club] Connor: Its like a scumbag yard sale. Murphy: We should come down here once a week and clean house.
Detective Greenly: Tooralooraloora!
Ivan Checkov: [Checkov has handcuffed Connor to the toilet] You know why I fucking come here? I come here to kill you. But now, I no think I fucking kill you. I kill your brother. Shoot him in the head. Connor: Fuck you! Ivan Checkov: Gotta go. Connor: Murph! Murphy: Connor! [to the Russians] Murphy: It was just a fucking bar fight! You guys are fucking pussies!
Murphy: [at the police station] Is there any way that we could stay here? Officer Chaffey: Uh, yeah, you know, we have an extra holding cell, you guys c- Can they stay? Paul Smecker: [sheepish grin] Well, well have to check with your mom. But its okay with me if your friends sleep over.
[about the scene of the two dead Russian mobsters] Detective Dolly: Nobody reported any gunshots. Paul Smecker: This is an Irish neighborhood. Im surprised you even got a phone call.
Rocco: Wyatt-Fuckn-Earp
Il Duce: And I shall count thee among my favored sheep, and you shall have the protection of all the Angels in Heaven.
Paul Smecker: Oh really! I might just be wanting a bagel with my coffee.
[while interrogating the boys, Smecker is surprised that they are fluent in Russian] Paul Smecker: You speak any other languages? Murphy: Aye. Our mother insisted on it. Paul Smecker: French? Murphy: [in French] How do you think he figured all this out without talking to us? Paul Smecker: Oh, thats beautiful. Connor: [in Italian] I have no idea. Maybe somebody saw and talked. Paul Smecker: Whats that? Connor: [chuckling] Thats Italian. Murphy: [in German] Not in our neighborhood, man. A hundred percent Irish. No one talks to cops. Period. Paul Smecker: [not understanding] Jawohl! Connor: [in Spanish] Then I guess hes just real, real good.
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope. Murphy: Absolutely. What are ya, insane? Connor: No I aint. Charlie Bronsons always got rope. Murphy: What? Connor: Yeah. Hes got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it. Murphy: Youve lost it, havent ya? Connor: No, Im serious. Murphy: Me too. Thats stupid. Name one thing you gonna need a rope for. Connor: You dont fuckin know what youre gonna need it for. They just always need it. Murphy: Whats this they shit? This isnt a movie. Connor: Oh, right. [picks up large knife out of Murphys bag] Connor: Is that right, Rambo? Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin rope. Connor: Ill get my stupid rope. Ill get it. This is a rope right here.
Il Duce: [the Saints break into Yakavettas courtroom] You people have been chosen to reveal our existence to the world! You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later. All eyes to the front. Yakavetta: Nows a good time to fucking… [gets kicked over by Murphy] Connor: Shut your fucking mouth! Il Duce: [walks up to a cowering girl, takes her chin in his hand] You must watch dear. Itll all be over soon.
Rocco: Is it dead?
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This film had the sad history of being blackballed in the United States due to the incident at Columbine…which is a real shame, because it is a treasure…written and directed by Troy Duffy, Boondocks is set in Boston…it is the story of fraternal twin Irish boys (Connor and Murphy McManus) who work in a meat packing plant…when their friend, Doc, is being stiff armed by the Russian Mafia, the boys and their friends step in to help…and away we go! Two of the most interesting characters in the film are played by veteran actor William Dafoe, and a newcomer to the silver screen, David Della Rocco. Dafoe’s character is Paul Smecker, a gay FBI agent specializing in organized crime…Rocco plays an Italian Mafia package boy who is a close friend to the Irish brothers…the central theme of the film is the indifference of good men…Connor and Murphy are not indifferent, and after helping their friend, Doc, the two embark on a crusade to rid the streets of Boston of criminals…with the assistance of their comical and zany friend, Rocco…This film had positive elements on all sides…humor…a moral message…and incredible actors…you will no doubt find yourself repeating the many memorable quotes from the film…I am a woman, and not at all into your typical “shoot ‘em up” guy films…this is not another one of those films…it has become an underground “cult” sensation…See it…you will not be disappointed!