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Irish version of....
"SLEEPS WITH THE FISHES".
INT. FITZ HOUSE - ENTERTAINMENT ROOM - DAY
Fitz sweats and paces back and forth behind his desk. He swigs a bottle of whiskey, and sways a handgun around. Paddy sits relaxed in front of the desk and eyes Fitz carefully.
FITZ
Where the fucks my reinforcements!?
PADDY
Probably stuck in traffic.
FITZ
Call em up, see what?s the hell?s the hold up. I?m a sittin? duck here.
Paddy dials. Fitz continues to pace and drink.
PADDY
No answer... Might be a signal problem... Don?t worry ?bout it, they?ll be here.
FITZ
Don?t worry about it? Don?t fuckin? worry about it? My muscles?s layin? in the street right now like a piece of Swiss fuckin? cheese, and I shouldn?t worry?.. Your second in command! My advisor! Right now I need good fuckin' advice! Don't worry about it? That's fuckin' brilliant Paddy. Just brilliant.
PADDY
Hey, I told it wasn?t a good idea to move on Mickey?s crew. What?d you think they were gonna do? Hide? Hit the mattresses? That?d be the day.
FITZ
They weren?t suppose to do nothin?! They?re all suppose to be fuckin? dead right now! But no, that?s too much for Doyle. Instead of doing his fuckin? job, he was beddin? that motherfuckin' cocksuckin' bitch.
PADDY
This is a peaceful suburban neighborhood. Nobody?s crazy enough to come out here.
FITZ
Your kiddin? me right?
Paddy checks the time on his watch and looks into his pack of smokes. He grabs a set of keys off the desk.
FITZ
?The fuck you goin??
Paddy stands.
PADDY
I?m outa smokes. You need anything?
Fitz sets his whiskey down and retrieves a can of Murphy?s Irish Stout from a mini fridge.
FITZ
No... Come right back Paddy. I need you here.
Paddy leaves the room.
Fitz places his gun down on the desk, sits, and snorts a massive line of cocaine. He cracks open the beer and nervously puffs on a cigar.
INT. FITZ?S HOUSE - ENTRY WAY
Paddy's stands in front of an alarm system keypad on the wall. A red light blinks "armed". He presses five digits, makes the sign of the cross, walks out and shuts the door behind him.
The light on the alarm system keypad is green, under the words ?unarmed?.
INT. FITZ'S HOUSE - ENTERTAINMENT ROOM - DAY
Beer splatters on the floor. A man?s feet are unfocused in the background.
PAN UP
Beer as it flows down.
Beer dumps out from a tipped over can on a desktop.
PAN FORWARD/OVER
Beer can.
Handgun and cocaine.
Smoke rises from a cigar.
Ash tray.
PAN UP
Stomach.
Chest and gold shamrock pendent.
Neck wrenched back.
A raw potato jammed inside a mouth.
Streaks of blood drip down around the nose.
Eyes wide open and dilated.
Bullet hole in the forehead.
PAN BACK
Mob Boss Fitz slain at his desk.
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