Int. Lakeview lunch night

Smecker surveys photos and papers, as he smokes profusely.

He stands next to a table in the back where chairs are knocked

over. Body chalk and blood stains are everywhere. The

detectives seem like they don't want to be there, again.

SMECKER

The shooter knew these guys, huh?

DOLLY

How do you figure?

SMECKER

Friends, Gentlemen. They were friends.

Smecker flashes them a photo of a dead body. The victim is

shot in the head and face down in his plate of food. His

hands are on the table in front of him.

SMECKER

These guys were packing. Not one

hand near a gun. It's simple human

behavior. Someone you don't know

approaches you, you put your hand on

It. This guy's got his hands on the

table. He's eating his food, for

Christ sakes. They were friends.

Smecker looks over the bar.

SMECKER

These two fucking scenes are related.

Too many coincidences. Same day?

Five hours apart? Dead mobsters on

both scenes. Now, why did he kill

the bartender?

DUFFY

Crime of passion. He just went nuts.

He would have shot everyone in here.

He just ran out of bullets.

SMECKER

Duffy. This look like a fucking post

office to you? This guy came in here

with intent. Maybe he didn't know

exactly what he was gonna do but he

had a pretty good idea. The bartender

wasn't a fucking accident.

DUFFY

Well, we didn't get any help on that.

A lot of people saw it. Nobody's

talking.

SMECKER

Fucking figures. Look, are you guys

seeing the pattern here? We got big

questions at both of these crime

scenes, with no answers. WHY did

they kill the guys in the other two

booths? WHY did he do the bartender?

It would seem unnecessary, even

stupid.

(angry)

God, I hate cold crime scenes! I'm

fucking leaving now. And do me a

favor, tell me when the next guy

dies, cause these guys are not done

yet.

He storms to the entry way.

INT. LAKEVIEW LUNCH ENTRY WAY NIGHT

Smecker walks across the street, still angry, and goes to a

payphone. There's an extreme close-up on his hand as he puts

in a quarter. As the quarter jingles in...

FLASHBACK EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF LAKEVIEW LUNCH DAY

...there is a close-up on a hand pulling back from the coin

slot. The hand moves up to pull a cigarette from its

possessor's mouth. It is Rocco. He dials the phone.

MURPHY (V.O.)

Hello?

ROCCO

Hey, Murph.

MURPHY (V.O.)

Roc. You okay?

ROCCO

Yeah. Anybody call for me?

MURPHY (V.O.)

No. You sure you're okay?

ROCCO

I'm fuckin' fine.

(beat)

Catch you on the flip side.

He goes across the street and enters Salamone's.

INT. ROCCO'S APARTMENT DAY

Donna and Rayvie are laying on the couch. Connor is spit-

shining his boots by the window. Murphy lights his cigarette

on the gas stove and pours some salt in a pot of water with

a handful of pennies boiling to a shine in it. Rocco bursts

through the door, hysterical. Tears are streaming down his

face.

ROCCO

Pack your shit! We gotta get outta

here! We gotta get out!

CONNOR

(hopping into his

boots)

What happened?

ROCCO