"Mr." "Coughlin." "Lawyer." "This is it?" "Just say what's here?" "Yeah, go ahead." "Read what's on the paper." "All right." ""You aren't supposed to come out of the truck." "You got him but who got me?" "Courier, you're gonna get hurt."" "it's kind of short." "Go ahead, read what's on the page." "Right there?" "Um ...." ""You aren't supposed to come out of the truck."" "Come on, come on." ""You got him but who got me?"" "But I did want to say one thing." "Just so we're both very, very clear." "Because in these situations, sometimes, you know various parties will bandy about the possibility of sentence reduction for cooperation or otherwise assisting the" "Assisting the prosecution." "Not this time." "CLAIRE:" "Oh, my God, Doug, DOUG:" "Took me forever trying to pick it out." "CLAIRE:" "Yeah, it's beautiful." "Is that all right?" "Yeah, but I can't accept that from you." "I can't take that," "Why not?" "You can hawk it." "I'm not taking it back." "No." "I mean, you can't" "Keep it." "Come on, sit down." "Sit down." "Sit down." "Okay." "Wow." "I quit my job today." "What?" "You know people get up every day, they do the same thing." "They tell themself they're gonna change their life one day and they never do." "I'm gonna change mine." "Why don't you do it with me?" "Go somewhere." "I got a little sofa put away." "Give it a shot." ",..see if my grandma's place is still there." "Tangerine, Florida." "But I'll go to any town named after a food." "Grapefruit, Michigan." "Watermelon, New Mexico." "Just pick it on a map." "You ever read that paper The Town?" "The free paper?" "Yeah." "Uh-huh," "I was clearing my foyer the other day and there was a picture of the guys who were harassing me in the bricks." "Yeah?" "Mm-hm." "It was an article about how one of them got shot." "Say who did it?" "No." "Local gangsters, apparently." "I guess that's what you get for being out on the street dealing drugs." "What makes you say they were dealing drugs?" "I grew up out there, Claire." "Believe me, that kid was selling drugs." "What do you want me to say?" "I feel bad the kid who was terrorizing you ran into the wrong guys?" "Believe me, I don't." "You know, I care about you." "I don't wanna see you get hurt." "You don't go after women." "He hurt you, someone hurt him." "Too bad." "That's the way it goes." "You know?" "That's karma." "I don't think karma works like that." "Well, however it works, it worked out bad for them kids, you know?" "And I'm not gonna shed a tear over it." "Let's go get some food, okay?" "Look, I think maybe you should go." "Who else is gonna buy it?" "You should've thought about that... ,..before you kept breaking the guy off for 40 dimes." "There's an expectation for me." "I'll correct it." "Oh, you will?" "Okay." "Yeah." "Look." "Okay." "What else?" "Who the fuck's the father?" "I know I'm not." "You were the one fucking her." "Yeah, I wasn't the only one, brother." "Okay?" "She knew I knew I'm not the father... ,..and I have enough respect for her not to ask her." "Because I don't think she knows." "I don't wanna shatter your illusions here, partner." "There aren't enough free clinics in Mattapan... ,..to ind out who the father of that kid is." "Shot him right in the chest." "I remember he looked at me." "I don't know who was more fucking surprised he wasn't dead, him or me." "We just kind of stood there... ,..for a second, like, waiting for some shit to happen." "I don't know what." "He started running." "I'm taking off for a while." "Are you taking heat?" "Well, when are you coming back?" "You know about this thing for Fergie Jem wants me to do?" "Yeah." "Tell him I say yes for me, will you?" "Yeah." "I was at a bar one night, right?" "There was this guy there going around to all the ladies and telling them that he was judging a hugging contest." "Some of them actually bought it, right?" "So he throws his arms around them, rubs their back, grabs their ass." "Charming." "Finally I get sick of it and I go up to this guy and I tell him that I am judging a face-punching contest." "Oh." "I'd have punched him myself." "By the way, I'm here tonight judging a fucking contest." "DOUG:" "AH right, he-re's the deal." "Looks like we're pretty dialed in." "Dez took the van home over the weekend so that should work." "He"s meeting bug eyes at the plant on Monday." "Krista booked the rooms, set up the outfits, and made the New Hampshire run." "That's what I got, How you looking?" "Fuck." "You ever hear the old-timers call a guy a "50-pound horse"?" ""Fifty-pound horse"?" "No." "All right." "Ahem." "A guy's walking with two horses, right?" "One horse is carrying a hundred pounds, the other one's got 50." "Now, the hundred-pound horse falls over dead." "So the guy's like, "What the fuck?"" "Takes the hundred-pound sack, puts it on the 50-pound horse." "Then that 50-pound horse, he won't move," "He won't take one step with another pound on his back." "That's me." "This is all I know." "I can't do any more time, Dougy." "So if we get jammed up... ,..we're holding court on the street." "All right?" "DOUG:" "Mule." "What's that?" "The story the old-timers tell... ,..it ain't a horse." "It's a 50-pound mule." "See you out there." "FRAWLEY:" "What time did he get here?" "Six a.m. according to the GPS we have on his truck." "So we alerted you." "Pop the door, kick their nuts in." "FRAWLEY:" "We should wait for them to commit a crime, don't you think, Dino?" "No switch car." "MAN [OVER RADIO]:" "Ran a cue hot on the parking lot." "That Cherokee is boosted." "Call SWAT now." "FBI!" "Open the door!" "AGENT 1:" "FBI!" "AGENT 2:" "Open the door!" "Open it!" "Open the door!" "Open it!" "FBI!" "FBI!" "You brought the whole fucking cavalry for me?" "I'm unarmed, you motherfuckers." "Listen." "The three of us, even if we get out of here, we're getting the full ride, okay?" "You walk out with your hands up, you could get seven years." "No one'll think the worse of you." "Fuck you."