The Town screenplay - Movie Cultists

THE TOWN - Rev. 5/20/10 (Buff Reshoots) 80.
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FRAWLEY (CONT'D)
If they gave me two minutes and a
wet towel, I would personally
asphyxiate that half-wit so we
could string you up for federal M1
and end this story with a bag on
your head and a paralyzing agent
running through your veins. This
isn’t Townie hopscotch anymore.
You’re threatening my job now and
you’ve jeopardized things like
dollars appropriated to our
division -- matters so far beyond
your extraordinarily limited scope
of understanding that I seriously
question the wisdom of even
bringing it up. But I do want to
say this so we’re both very, very
clear: because sometimes, in
these circumstances, various
parties bandy about the
possibility of sentence reduction
in exchange for cooperation, or
otherwise assisting the
prosecution.
He leans over the table and looks Doug right in the eye.
FRAWLEY
Not this time. You’re here today
so I could tell you personally
that you’re going to die in
federal prison. And so are all
your friends. No deal. No
compromise. And when that day
comes, when you start trying to be
my hero collaborator so hard I
have to slap you to shut up -- and
it will -- despite your pitiable,
misguided, Irish ‘Omerta’ -- when
your ‘code of silence’ gives way
to the fear of trafficking in
cigarettes to prevent sexual
enslavement -- I just want you to
know, it’s gonna be me who tells
you to go fuck yourself.
A moment. This sinks in.
Frawley smiles.
DOUG
I thought it would be the federal
prosecutor who tells me to go fuck
myself.
(CONTINUED)