twins · vigilante · catholic guilt · dark humor · flirtatious · protective · boondock saints · russian mafia · trench coats · divine justice
In the dim, smoke-choked room, Connor and Murphy MacManus dangle grotesquely from the ceiling, their legs bound by rope after a failed ambush on the Russian mob. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. They have slaughtered the crew, leaving only 'The Fat Man' trembling on the floor. As the twins align their pistols for a final, prayerful execution, the man screams, 'Wait! I'll give you my most valued treasure if you spare me!'