"I don't wanna be a product of my environment." "I want my environment to be a product of me." "Years ago, we had the Church." "That was only a way of saving we had each other." "But now, I don't know." "It's a funny thing." "It put hate in your heart." "The Knights of Columbus were real head-breakers." "True guineas." "They took over their piece of the city." "Twenty Years after an Irishman couldn 't get a fucking job we had the presidency." "May he rest in peace." "That's what the niggers don't realize." "If I got one thing against the black crappies, it's this:" "No one gives it to you." "You have to take it." "Vin, don't make me have to come down here again for this." "Won't happen again." "Mr. C." "Carmen's developing into a fine young lady." "You should be proud." "You get your period yet." "Carmen?" "You Johnny Sullivan's kid?" "'Y'ou live with your grandmother?" "Yeah." "Vin, get him a couple loaves of bread, cou p I e h al f -g al I on s of mi I k." "Do you like bologna and cheese?" "Give him some cold cuts." "Throw some mayo in." "You like comic books?" "You do good in school?" "Yeah." "Th at ' s g ood." "I d i d too." "Th ey cat I th at a p arad ox." "Just keep it." "Buy yourself some makeup." "You ever hanna earn a little extra money, you come by L Street." "You know where I am on L Street?" "G ood." "G ood boy." "Th an ks." "To you, O Lord, we commend the soul of Alphonsus, your servant." "I n th e si g h t of th i s wort d." "h e i s n ow d ead." "Forgive whatever sins he committed th rou g h h u man wea kn ess." "Amen." " The Church wants vou in your place." "Kn eel. stan d. kn eel. stan d." "If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you." "A man makes his own way." "No one gives it to you." "You have to take it." "lames Joyce." "smart, Colin." "G u i n eas f rom th e North En d, down Providence  tri ed to tel I me wh at to d o." "An d cometh i n g maybe h ap p en ed to th em." "M aybe I i ke th at :" "Jeez." "She fell funny." "Francis. you really should see somebody." "When vou decide to be something, vou can be it." "That's what they don't tell you i n th e C h u rch." "When I was your age, they would say we cou I d become cop s or cri mi n al s." "Today what I'm saying to you is this:" "When you're facing a loaded gun  wh at ' s th e d i f f aren ce?" "That 's mv bov." "Termi n al bat I i sti cs i s th e stu d y of a projectile  as i t h i ts a tar: et an d th e d estru cti on th at i t cau ses." "Take, for instance, what you carry, 9 mm h ol I ow-: oi n t." "When the hollow-point hits the skull." "wh at h ap p en s i s i t mu sh rooms." "When it mushrooms it peels back." "So vou mav have six, eight  ten I i ttl e p art!" "cl es of th e bu I I et th at are I i ke raz or bl ad es" "Si r, ye s, s i r!" "tearing their internal organs, their liver, their lungs, their heart  bri n g i n g ti ssu e. bon e. bl ood." "brad n matter. an d th at ' s cat I ed a bl ow bac k." "Fuck you." "Fucking queers." "Firemen getting pussy for the first time i n th e h i story of f i re or p u ssy." "Hey, go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos." "Pencils." "Begin." "What are you looking at?" "Forget it." "Your father was a janitor." "h i s son ' s on I y a cop." "Th ose f u c ki n g f i ref i g h tors are a bu n ch of h omos." "Th ey are." "So she tells me, "You never finish anything." "You finish the police course you get taken care of again, baby. " So af ter graduation, I get a blowjob again." "Th at ' s g peat." "Your mother must be a wonderful woman." "Fuck yourself." "Put it this way." "You're a black guy in Boston." "You don't need any help from me to be comp I etel y f u c ked." "The Massachusetts State Police has a long tradition of excellence." "Your graduation today solidifies your acceptance  i n to on e of th e f i n est I aw en f freemen t ag en ci es i n ou r n ati on." "As the governor of the Commonwealth of M assach u seats, I am con f i d en t each and every one of you will serve wi th d i sti n cti on, h on or an d i n teg ri ty." "C on g rate I ati on s to al I ou r n ew troop ers." "Thank you." "You are dismissed." "Sullivan, assigned to plainclothes right out of th e g ate, con g rate I ati on s." "We're going for a beer." "You hanna come?" "No. 1'11 catch up with you guys." "School's out." "Thank you." "Frank." "You earned it." "No more p en ci I s. n o more boo ks." "AI I ri g h t." "This is not the regular police..." "this is the state police." "An d f i re!" "Your training will illustrate the difference." "State police, search warrant!" "State police, open the door!" "Wha t as the difference?" " G o, g o, g o 1." " Sir, yes, sir!" "Is that understood?" "Sir, yes, sir!" "Move it, get the fuck down right now." "G et d own, ri g h t n ow." "C on g rate I ati on s on p asst n g the detective's exam, and welcome..." "...to the Special Investigation Unit." "Whoop-de-fucking-do." "We won't be working together, th at i s, d i recta y." "You'll be working for Captain Ellerby, but I like to see everybody." "You're a worker." "You rise fast." "Like a 1 z-year-old's dick." "'Fhank you, sergeant." " M y p I ease re." "'Fhank you, sir." "G ood I u c k." "C on g rate I ati on s." "Th an ks, h on." "You can go in there now." "You can sit." "So...." "Do you know what we do here?" "M y recti on?" "Yes, sir, I have an (dea- l-et's say you have no idea and leave it at that, okay?" "No i d ea. z i p." "Non e." "If you had an idea what we do, we would n ot be g ood at wh at we d o, wou I d we?" "We would be cunts." "Are you calling us cunts?" "Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own." "I'm afraid we all have to get used to it." "So you have family connections down in Southie, right?" "Through your father?" "Why don't you tell us about your Uncle Jackie?" "He was a carpet layer for Jordan Marsh." "Un cl e J ac ki e was a smal I -ti me boo ki e who tended bar at the Vets in Somerville." "He g ot p op p ed by Ni castro i n ' 9 5." "We found his body out by the airport." "Th at ' s ri g h t." " I rehem ber h i s f u n erat." "0 h, g ood." "Closed casket?" "Th at ' s ri g h t." "So tell anybody up at Deerfield" "Before you got kicked out for whaling on a gym teacher with a chair." "you had an uncle met his demise I i ke th at?" "I g ot a q u esti on." "How fucked up are you?" "Hi." "Darl en e." "What you got, staff sergeant?" "In no time you made sergeant." "SIU." "What a country." "perfect." "Hey, I d on ' t mi n d g oi n g i t al on e." "You know, if you went alone once in a while you might get somewhere." "We're cops. all right?" "Th i s i sn ' t somewh ere." "AII right, bookie, I know you're a worker." "Maybe I can do something for you." "You got any suits, or do you like  com!" "n g to wor k d yessed I i ke you're donna invade Poland?" "You got quite the family tree." "That maggot uncle of yours  Tommy C osti g an, i s an 0th er g oof." "He g ets bu sled set I i n g g u n s  to f ed erat of f i cars, amen g man y, man y, man y 0th er d ep artu res..." "...from our normative behavior." "An d wh at ' s th i s g ot to d o wi th me?" "Why are you pretending to be a cop?" "This unit is new, and you are th e n ewest mem hers of i t." "You have been selected for it on th e bast s of i n tel I i g en ce an d ap ti tu d e." "Th i s i s an el i te u n i t." "O u r j o b i s to smash or mar: i n al I y d i sru p t  org an i z ed cri me i n th i s ci ty  by en h an ced coop erati on wi th th e FBI  rep resee ted h ere tod ay by Agent Frank Lazio." "An d we wi I I d o i t." "An d by org an i z ed cri me i n th i s ci ty, you know who we mean." "Th at ' s J ac ki e C osti g an." "Th at ' s an ol d p i ctu re." "J ac ki e met h i s d emi se." "Last kn own p h otog rap h." "Costello uses three key guys." "That's Fitzy." "Off-the-boat psycho, lives in Brockton with his mother." "She' s straight out of Going My Way." "Del ah u n t. mu sci e." "French. the number one." "But of course. the rock star. you-know-who." "We've done a briefing book. so read up." "I wan t al I i d eas  so I can p ass th em of f as my own." "Work hard. you'll rise fast." "You're in the best possible position  i n th e d ep artmen t." "Let ' s g o to wor k." "Your old man was a fucking hump from Southie." "Baggage handler at the airport. right?" "Family's all criminals except f or th e ol d man, h u h?" "And one priest, since you seem to know everything." "Last I heard he was married to a 1 z-year-old boy, living on a beach in Thailand." "Fucking family's dug into the Southie projects Ii ke ticks." "Th ree-d ec ker men at best." "You. however. grew up on the North Shore, huh?" "Well, Ia-di-fucking-da." "You were kind of a double kid." "I bet. ri g h t?" "One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother." "You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're hanging in the Southie projects with your daddy, the fucking donkey  on th e wee ken d s." "I g ot th at ri g h t?" "Yup." "You have different accents?" "You did, didn't you, you little fucking snake?" "You were like different people." "You a psychiatrist?" "If I was, I'd ask you why you're a static making 30 grand a year." "And I think if I was Sigmund fucking Freud I wou I d n ' t g et an an ewer." "Tel I me, wh at ' s a I ace-cc rtai n moth erf u c ker like you doing in the statics?" "Well, families are always rising or f al I i n g i n Ameri ca, am I ri g h t?" "Who said that?" " Hawth orn e." "What's the matter, smart-ass, you don't know any fucking Shakespeare?" "We have a question." "D0 you hanna be a cop, Or do you hanna appear to be a cop?" "I t ' s an h on est q u esti on." "Lot of guys want to appear to be cops." "G u n, bad g e, p reten d th ey' re on TV." "A I ot of th em j u st wan n a sl am a n i g g er th rou g h a wi n d ow" "I'm set without your own p arson al j o b ap p I i cat!" "on, serg ean t." "What did you say?" "sir, what do you want from me?" "Hey, he can't help you." "I know what you are." "I know what you are and I know what you're not." "I'm the best friend you have and I'm donna help you understand something." "You're no fucking cop." "He ' s ri g h t." "We deal in deception here." "What we do not deal with i s set f -d ecep ti on." "Five years from now you could be anything else in the world." "But you will not be a M assach u seats state troop er." "Are you sure of that?" " I ' m su re of th at." "G u aren of u c ki n g -teed." "You had 1 400 on your SATS. kid." "You're an astronaut. not a static." "You don't have much family." "I don't have any family." "What's this I hear from Stephanie about you becoming a policeman?" "Stephanie, who was the only one wh o came to my f ath er ' s f u n erat?" "'Fhat Stephanie?" "Yeah. that Stephanie." " N0th i n g mu ch to i t, Un cl e Ed ward." "'Frying to prove something to the family?" "When you say " the f amilys" who do you mean exactly?" "You?" "You always have to question everything, don't you?" "Maybe it would've done you some good to have some questions from time to time." "" Am I an asshole?" "Are my ki d s a mess?" "Is my wif e a money-gru being whore?" I mean, th ose are q u esti on s, ri g h t?" "" Have I ever been good to my dying sister, or am I just now pretending to be?"" "Do you need some money for the funeral?" "When my mother dies." "we don't have any more connection." "It's lovely." "You get the high ceilings, the parquet floors." "Bathroom is massive." "Th e f ri d g e h as g ot an al arm i n i t in case you have  eat!" "n g i ssu es, wh i ch i s a j o ke." "Not a very funny one." "Well, there's a great view of the State House." "Beacon Hill, you can see it." "I mean, you move in, you're upper-class by about Tuesday." "So you're a cop." "A state-police detective." "A state-police detective." "And are you a married state-police detective?" "No." "Because this is kind of a-- Sort of a big place and" "I have a cc-signer." "Oh, cool." "Yeah, you intend to have a houseguest." "That's cool." "Good." "Yeah. it's (jot-- -lust give me the papers." "Sure." "Etern al rest g ran t u n to h er, O Lord, an d I et p erp etu al I i g h t sh i n e u p on h er." "Amen." " M ay sh e rest i n p eace." "Amen." "M ay h er sou I an d th e sou I s of al I th e f ai th f u I d ep acted  th rou g h th e mercy of G od rest i n p eace." "Amen." "So what do I do?" "Th ere ' s mon ey beh i n d th i s op erati on." "You won't be paid as a regular cop but there's a bonus involved." "Tax-free." "We can't conceal that you were a trainee." "You'll be convicted of a crime." "We're thinking a guilty plea to assai I t an d battery wou I d ma ke sen se." "Given your nature." "You'll do enough jail time to convince anyone this is no setup." "You'll be on probation, see a cou rt-ord ored sh ri n k the whole nine yards." "You hanna serve the Commonwealth, this is your chance." "We need you. pal." "You've already pretended to be a Costigan from South Boston." "Every weekend, sergeant." "perfect." "Do i t an ai n." "For me." "ldey, you Billy Costigan?" "Yeah, who wants to know?" "Well. nothing." "I know a Sean Costigan down on L Street." "Yeah, that's my cousin." "C on n acted." "Not too bri g h t." "Yeah." "I know." " I mean. n o of f en se." "Billy?" "Yeah. it's me." "Oh, my God." "Good to see you." "Aunt Kathy, how are you?" "Oh, good to see you." "Come on in." "They said you was in the statics." "I couldn't believe it." "I g ot ki c ked ou t." "I i ke. f ou r mon th s an o." "Yeah. it was in the papers." "So you know." "An d wh y are we g raced with your presence?" "I brought your mother some p i ctu res of my f ath er." " Loo k at th e smi I e." " M y moth er h ad th em." "M y...." "M y moth er ' s d ead." "I ' m sorry." "Sorry for your troubles." "I was at a funeral myself. man." "Myles Kennefick." "Kn ew h i m i n sch ool." "He was a young guy, you know?" "I t ' s terry bl e." "I t ' s a sh ame." "You remember that." "What a night." " Li stun." "I g ot." "I i ke- l-ike 30.000 bucks. right?" "Insurance money." "Yeah." "You know, after my mother passed and everything." "In your line of work, if I gave you  I i ke. wh at. say. 1 0.000." "wh at cou I d I g et bac k?" "You know what you" "You know what you usually say at th ese women ts." "What?" "What?" "C ome on, man." "Oh, come on, you fucking moron." "C ome on." "What. you want me to say it?" "I ' m n ot a cop. al I ri g h t?" "I'm your fucking cousin." "You're bad." "You corrupt fuck. man." "You must be my cousin." "Fucking Ricans think they know everything." "I f th ey kn ew sh i t, they wouldn't be Puerto Ricans." "R is for Ricans P is for pigs" "Would you shut the fuck up for five seconds, huh?" "That's right." "You used to be a cop." "When we're working together j u st I i mi t i t to two ei g h t- bat I s an h ou r." "We're not even supposed to be doing this shit this close to Worcester." "This side of Worcester." "says who?" "says him." "Says Costello." "God says, as far as you're  con corn ed." "No, n o, h e ' s n o cop." "He g ot ou t of th e j oi n t th ree wee ks ag o." "C u n t cop." " No, n o, n o." "He tat ks I i ke h i s sh i t d on ' t sti n k." "bu t h e ' s g ood p eop I e." "Well." "I knew his father." " I I i ked h i s Un cl e J ac ki e better." "lackie was all right." "Uncle Jackie was excellent." "Fucking guineas." "To J ac ki e." " Un cl e J ac ki e." "C ran berry j u i ce." "It's a n atural diuretic." "M y g i rl f ri en d d ri n ks i t wh en sh e ' s g ot h er p eri od." "What. do you got your period?" "Fucking--!" "G et of f!" "Get your fucking hands off me!" " Hey." "Hey, h ey." "Do you know me?" "No." "No." "Well, I'm the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there's guys you can't." "Now. th at ' s n ot q u i te a g u y you can't hit but it's almost a guy you can't hit." "So I'm donna make a fucking ruling on th i s ri g h t n ow :" "You don't fucking hit him." "You understand?" "Yeah. excellent." "Fine." "Fine. fine." "I fucking know you." "I know your family." "You make one more drug deal  wi th th at i d i ot f u c ki n g cop -mag n et of a cousin of yours and 1'11 forget your grandmother was so n i ce to me." "1'11 cut your fucking nuts off." "You understand that?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "I do." "What are you drinking?" "A cran berry j u i ce." "What is it. your period?" "G et h i m a cran berry j u i ce." "Hey. f u c kh ead. th at ' s J ac ki e ' s n ep h ew." "What? " Oh." f unkind what?" "G et th e f u c k ou t of h ere." "Sorry I'm late." "Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the undercover section." "His undercover work is extensive." "He's here to give us his report." "Sergeant Dignam." "O kays my p eop I e are ou t th ere." "Th ey' re I i ke f u c ki n g I n d i an s." "You're not donna see them." "You'll hear about them th rou g h me or C ap tai n (:1 u een an." "You will not ever know the identity of undercover people." "Un f ort?" "n ate!" "y. th i s sh i th ol e h as more leaks than the Iraqi navy." "Fuck yourself." "I'm tired from fucking your wife." "l-low's your mother?" "Ti red f rom f u c ki n g my f ath er." "G ood." "Tod ay, g i rl s what I have is microprocessors." "Somebody, as you may already know, stol e 20 mi crop rocessors from the Mass Processor Company out on Route 1 28." "Th ese are th e ki n d th ey p u t i n to comp u tors  th at cou I d p u t a cru i se mi ssi I e u p th e ass of a camel  f rom a cou p I e h u n d red mi I es away." "Th ese p i aces of p I asti c are worth a bou t 1 00 g ran d ap i ece." "We got a guy working f or th e comp an y two mon th s  wal ks ou t th e d oor wi th a box of p rocessors on Tu esd ay has a ticket for Florida on Wednesday  bu t on Th u rsd ay, h e g ets f ou n d i n a Du mp star." "You know where that fireball started h i s I i f e?" "Southie projects." "What was his name. the departed?" "Myles Kennefick." "G ot th e j o b wi th a f org ed U M ass transcript." "UMass, Boston..." "... wh i ch h ap p en s to-- -south Boston?" "Oh, you're a fucking genius." "Who forged your transcript, dickhead?" "Hi s ol d man ru n s th e Hi born i an Li q u or M art." "Ken n ef i c k ' s." "We're not here to solve th e case of th e mi ssi n g scu m bag." "We're here to nail Costello." "AII right, look." "We got a guy says Costello's moving th e p rocessors to C h i n a." "He set u p th e wh ol e f u c ki n g j o b an d p op p ed Ken n ef i c k." "You do not want to miss it i f C ostel I o ta kes a d u mp." "We'd miss less if you made your informants available to us and the Bureau." "Without asking for too many details, do you have anyone in with Costello now?" "M aybe." "M aybe n ot." "Maybe fuck yourself." "My theory on Feds i s th ey' re I i ke mu sh rooms." "Feed them shit an d keep th em i n th e d ar k." "You girls have a good day." "Normally he's a very nice guy." "Don ' t j u d g e h i m f rom th i s meets n g al on e." "Now." "Mrs. Kennefick." "I knew your son." "I knew Myles." "He was younger than me, bu t h e was beh i n d me i n sch ool." "I wan n a g et th ese p eop I e wh o d i d th i s to h i m." "Would you like to help us?" "You hanna help catch the people who forced your son to do a robbery an d th en ki I I ed h i m?" "AI I eg ed I y." "AI I eg ed I y." "I f h e was ki I I ed." "h e p ro ba bl y d i d cometh i n g wren g." "But not the robbery." "That's not wrong." "He d i d cometh i n g el se wren g?" "Wave to your girlfriend, honey." "I mean. fuck yourself." "Did you get that?" "" Allegedly" or " f uck yourself "?" "Welcome to the neighborhood." " Di f f aren t breed d own h ere. sarg e." "I n eed a cu p of cof f ee." "You making a house call?" "Have I seen you professionally?" "No. no." "No." "I know who you are. though." "I kn ow." "Guys gutta use their service revolver i n th e cou rse of d u ty  an d th en th ey g et to come to tat k to you about their feelings and whatnot." "No. n o." "I kn ow h ow i t g oes." "You're a mental health professional." "I have an appointment on this floor." "Oh, well, you'll have fun." "They're all f ri g g i n g craz y on th at f I oor." " I ' m on e more u p." "0 h, f an cy p ol i leman." "Yeah, that's right, fancy." "Are you a static?" "Yeah, I am." "I'm actually g oi n g to I aw sch ool al so." "Suffolk, nights?" "Yeah, they don't run Harvard at n i g h t, I ast ti me I ch ec ked." "When's the last time you checked?" "Before I went to fucking Suffolk." "O kays I i stun, I wen t to U M ass." "I wasn't insulting you." "Well, I thought you were." "So now you gutta buy me dinner." "Maybe you can shoot someone an d th en see me p rof ess!" "on al I y." "I ' I I sta b someon e i n th e h ear!" "wi th a f u c ki n (j ice pick if it gets me dinner with you." "That's all right." "I'm a detective." "1'11 find you." "No. sorry." "I ' m j u st j o ki n g." "I n eed th e card." "C ard h el p s." "Nice to meet you, Madolyn." "Hi, Dad." "I h ad n o i d ea a bou t th e tai I u n ti I I saw i t." "No." "I cou I d n ' t." "I h ad th e 0th er g u y wi th me." "I cou I d n ' t" "AI I ri g h t, i t ' s a bl u e sed an and then a white van." "I t ' s f u c ked u p wi th g raf f i ti." "And the van is the audio surveillance." "AII right, have a nice day." "C u t h i m h ere." "Bye-bye." "Jerk-ass!" "Come on, Babu." "I can't do anymore." "I can n ot h ol d of f." "Don't let me go back empty-handed." "Don't do this." "I hanna help you." "Come to my store next Friday." "1'11 give you the money." "This is Friday, Babu." "How many times I gutta tell you?" "You keep on calling me Babu." "It's Singe. motherfucker." "I'm trying to help you." "You keep telling me I'm your friend." "You don't even know my fucking name." "I ' m g on n a catch a beats n g i f I g o bac k ag ai n I i ke I ast wee k." "See this guy?" "You see this guy?" "This guy don't want you to have the money." "Because he wants to come back there and squash your head." "I have one customer sitting here." "What I'm donna do?" "Business is bad?" "You opened a store i n an I ri sh n ei g h borh ood." "Th ese are d i rty p eop I e." "Don't you know that?" "Sell potatoes, I don't know what you're donna do." "Excuse me, gentlemen." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "llnow what I'm saying?" "You fellas come from Providence?" "It isn't any of your business, is it, now?" "What, are you fucking delivering can n ol i s or cometh i n g?" "Hey!" "You are killing my business, man!" "Fuck!" "What's wrong with this fucking country?" "Everybody hates everybody!" "G et ou t of h ere." "G et ou t of h ere!" "Now. you also do probation work. right?" "'Fhat's right." "I see violent offenders." "Oh, bad guys." " Not n ecessari I y." "Yeah, they got this but they don't got d u c k I ' oran g e." "Was your meal okay?" "Yeah. no. the lobster was good." "I just, you know, because it was a French restaurant I was surprised." "I'm waiting for you to make your move." "Look." "I don't know. if that thing moves." "I ' m g on n a sh oot i t." "I don't even know what it is." "So what's it like having people find themselves in your office all day long?" "Does i t g et messy wi th al I th ose feelings flying around?" "Why, does that make you u n com!" "orts bl e?" " No. n o. n o." " N o 7." "No. no. no." "No." "I'm not on your couch." "Well, you know what Freud said a bou t th e I ri sh?" "Yeah." "I do." "Yeah, if you actually do, 1'11 see you again." "Who says I hanna see you again?" "Don't you?" "You should see your face." "Don't you?" "Course I hanna see you again." "What Freud said about the Irish is  we ' re th e on I y p eop I e wh o are impervious to psychoanalysis." "Yeah. he said that." " I kn ow h e d i d." "So you're up shit's creek with a client list f u I I of mi c k cop s." "I mean. opening up?" "Good luck to you." "Why do you do it, then?" "Some people do get better." "Fair enough." "Sometimes I want people to forget th ei r p arson al bu I I sh i t an d d o th ei r j o bs." "I n cl u d i n g th e cri mi n al s?" "I f th ey d on ' t d o th ei r j o bs, you don't have one." "1'11 always have a job." "I ' I I j u st arrest i n n ocen t p eop I e." "Wait." "You are trouble." "You don't know the half of it." "1'11 arrest you right now." "My word against Yours." "th en I see h er d an ci n g at th e wed d i n g with you-know-who." "I say, "Why don't you go to Parents Without Partners?"" "He goes, " Ma, they' re all losers at the Parents Without Partnerss" so...." "So I say to him, " Princess Carolina of Monaco.... "" "Schuyler." "Do you know who I am?" "No." "You met my friend Mr. French th e 0th er n i g h t." "His real name Mr. French?" "No." "C ome wi th me." "I'm not the cops." "I'm not asking you." "You know something. they just do not stop having the Mafia in Providence." "An d th i s can cau se me a I ot of p ro bl ems." "Those guys you tuned up they're connected down Providence." "What they're donna do is come back with some guys and kill you." "Which, sure as you're born, th ey wi I I d o." "Un I ess I stop th em." "Do you want me to stop them?" "I s th i s cometh i n g I can ' t d o p arson al I y?" "I'm donna have my associate search you." "No on e ' s search i n g me." "Search me for what?" "C on tra-!" "u c ki n g - ban d." "Take your shoes off." "Shoes." "I knew your father." "Yeah?" "Do you know he's dead?" "O h, sorry." "How ' d h e g o?" "stand." " He d i d n ' t comp I ai n." "Yeah. that was his problem." "Who said he had a problem?" "I j u st sai d h e h ad a f u c ki n g p ro bl em." "There's a man could've been anything." "Are you trying to say th at h e was n 0th i n g?" "Fuck." "I'm saying he worked at the airport." " He ' s cl ean." "Arm." "Yeah. come on." "What arm?" "What fucking arm?" "Show me your arm." "Flip it." "Makes me curious to see you i n th i s n ei g h borh ood." "He ' s cl ean." "An d i f I can sl an d er my own environment  i t ma kes me sad, th i s reg ressi on." "Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some f u c ki n g cop p ri c k I i ke (:1 u een an to pull you out of the statics and send you after me." "I j u st can ' t kn ow." "I d on ' t kn ow wh at th ey d o in that particular department, anyway." "Are you still a cop?" " No!" "No!" "Swear on your mother's grave you're still not a cop?" "I am n ot a f u c ki n g cop!" "Are you donna stop doing coke deals with your jerkoff fucking cousin?" "Yes." "Yes. yes." "AI I ri g h t, al I ri g h t, al I ri g h t." "You're okay." "You'll be all right." "Get your hand taken care of." "I ' m sorry, bu t i t was n emissary." "As for our problem with Providence let's not cry over spilled guineas." "Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar?" "Just kidding." "How's your mother?" "She's on her way out." "We all are." "Act accordingly." "Here it is." "Your Highness. as ordered." "G et i n th e car." "I hanna show you something." "What's got you all hot and bothered?" "Get in the car." "You'll see." "Do you trust him?" "Well. these days  wh o ' s rel i a bl e?" "Hi s Un cl e J ac ki e was." "Yeah, but you can't trust a guy ants I i ke h e ' s g ot n 0th i n g to I ose." "I ' m rel i a bl e." "Arnold, you're one in a million." "Ten." "Ten mi I I i on." "What about your wife." "Arnold?" "Well." "I thought she was." "She wasn't." "Well. she got reliable." "Don't you people ever shut the fuck up?" "An 0th er cou n ty h card f rom." "One too many." "She got a big mouth." "Answer this for me, will you?" "Th e p ri n ci p I es of d etecti on tel I me these two gentlemen came from Providence." "Lieutenant Risteen, Lynn PD." "I'd appreciate it you get out of my crime scene." "Yeah. actually. it's my crime scene." "but knock yourself out." "Thanks." "I saw a dead guy." "I think I'm having p osttrau matt c stress." "Can I meet you for lunch?" "AII right, see you then." "Who's the lead detective?" "G ood." "He ' s a I ox." "Get the cops to look at Jimmy Pappas f or th e h i t." "He h ad n 0th i n g to d o wi th i t... .--and he '11 say so." "Look in his car, you'll find the gun that did it, registered, official." "Providence." "In the trunk or the glove compartment?" "H e y, DO u W a n n a s e e s O m e d e a d g u ys?" "Hey, th i s wi I I g et C ap tai n EI I er by on th e 6 : 00 n ews." "No wonder you get ahead." "Have a seat." "Bill." "Do you know John Lennon?" "Yeah. sure. he was the president bef ore Li n col n." "L e n n o n s a i d :" "" I ' m an artist" "You give me a fucking tuba." "I ' 11 get you something out of it. "" "I tell you." "Mr. Costello  I ' d I i ke to sq u eez e some f u c ki n g mon ey ou t of i t." "Smart-mouth." "Too bad." "If you'll indulge me...." "Now wh at?" "C h oi r p Cacti ce." "C h oi r p Cacti ce...." "Th e p oi n t I ' m ma ki n g wi th J oh n Len n on i s a man could look at anything  an d ma ke cometh i n g ou t of i t." "For instance 1 look at you and I think:" "What could I use you for?" "G et ri d of th i s." "French." "Put it downstairs." "Here." "Go ahead, thank you." "M aybe we cou I d wor k cometh i n g ou t." "G ood." "An d sen d th i s to h i s wi f e." "I t was n i ce th e way you asked the guy  wh i ch h an d h e j er ked of f wi th." "I hope this don't shake Rita up." "As I rehem ber, sh e ai n ' t th at sen ti men tat." "Th at was q u i c k." "You think he's dead already?" "We have to do it bv phone." "I won 't do it if I have to wear a wire." "No wi res." "Un d erstan d?" "'Y'ou don't know what this is like." "Microprocessors." " M i cro wh at?" "Microprocessors." "We'II probably be at war with the Chinese in zn-odd years  an d C ostel I o i s set I i n g th em mi I i tary tech n ol og y." "M i crop rocessors. ch i p s. comp u ter p arts." "Anvbodv says anything about anything like that you let us know." "So who did the two guys from Providence?" "Jimmy Pappas." "What happened to Jimmy Pappas?" "J i mmy h ad a rou g h mon th." "J i mmy h ad a h ear!" "attar k i n j ai I  an d th en h e g ot h i msel f kn i f ed at Boston City Hospital." "I believe it's been in the papers." "You seem quite happy with that result." "I t ' s a f u c ki n g res?" "I t." "Yeah. but cui bono?" "Who benefits?" "Cui gives a shit?" "I t ' s g ot a f ri g g i n g bow on i t." "I think you are a cop, my son." "Where's your license?" "What license?" "I d on ' t see n on e." "Th ere ' s n o su ch th i n g as a I i cen se, of cou rse." "But you, you definitely need to have fucking one." "If you're not being run by us, you're being run by someone else." "That means you're bringing u n d esi ra bl e el omen ts  i n to M r." "C ostel I o ' s area." "I was g oi n g f or my f u c ki n g ci g abetted!" "Hey." "That's Jimmy Bags." " He was rea" " I d on ' t kn ow." "What the fuck you doing?" "I ' m i n th e h ol e." "I p ay h i m two g ran d." "Th ere ' s n o p rof i t." "I p ay h i m two g ran d." "Th en ma ke more mon ey." "Th i s i s Ameri ca." "You don't make money, you're a douche bag." "Now what you donna do?" " M a ke more mon ey." "Th at ' s th e sp i ri t!" "0 h, f u c k." " Don ' t worry a bou t i t." "Th e g u y d on ' t n eed any fucking teeth anyway." "It's a small surveillance subunit." "bu t i t ' s mi n e." "I d i d n ' t ta ke th i s j o b to f u c k u p or let anyone else fuck up." "I h an d p i c ked th i s g rou p." "You're my A team." "Now. our prim" "Hi." "C ap tai n." "Th i s craz y f u c k..." "...knocked Jimmy Bags' teeth out." "So?" " He was" " He was reach i n g f or h i s ci g abetted." "You're donna give me shit?" "It wasn't for no reason." "Frank." "He reach ed i n to h i s coat." "I d on ' t kn ow i f h e ' s a boo ki e or wh at h e ' s d oi n g." "Well. you do know what a bookie does. don't you?" "Yeah." "Yeah. he pays you." "(:1 u een an ' s comp artmen tat i z i n g everything in SIU  wh i ch i s th e ri g h t th i n g." "I d on ' t tru st h al f th e troop ers out there anymore." "Bottom line we think we might have a problem." "We think Costello's got a rat i n th e state p ol i ce." "Really?" "Yeah. really." "Do we have direct access to Queenan's underlayers?" "No. n o. n ot p resee tl y." "But I'm working on that." "Here." "Bill. this is for you." "From now on, call the bar, as k f or M i key." "J u st M i key." "You ask for Mikey becau se th ere i s n o M i key." "You wait." "We'II call you." "You got that?" "Yeah." "I got that." "sorry, I didn't hear you." " I g ot th at." "G ood." "Hi." "Dad." "I g ot p Compted." "AI I ri g h t." "Excuse me for one second." "You know if your father were alive and saw you here sitting with me let's say he'd have a word with me a bou t th i s." "In fact, he'd kill seven guys j u st to cu t my th roat." "An d h e cou I d d o i t  wh i ch i s maybe cometh i n g you don't know about William Costigan Sr." "So he never--?" "I mean, never?" " No." "No, n o." "He kep t h i s own cou n set." "He never wanted money." "You can't do anything wi th a man I i ke th at." "Your Uncle Jackie  h e al so wou I d ki I I my en ti re f u c ki n g family if he saw me here with you." "An d I th i n k a bou t th i s." "So what the fuck are we tat ki n g a bou t h ere?" "Did you ever think about g oi n g bac k to sch ool?" "School?" "With all due respect." "Mr. Costello  sch ool i s ou t." "M aybe domed ay you'll wake the fuck up." "Good day, Fathers." " M r." "C ostel I o." "Good morning, Francis, good morning." "You recall our chat?" "Little boys  su c ki n g on th ei r p ec kers, et cetera an d so f orth...." "" I am as God made me. " Was that your rationale?" "May I remind you, in this archdiocese, G od d on ' t ru n th e bi n g o." "May I remind you th at p ri d e comes bef ore th e f al I." "How's Sister Mary Theresa doing?" "We had a tasty relationship before she took her vows." "Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers." "Pay them." "G et th e ol d bom bard i er a d ri n k on th e h ou se." "What do you got for me?" " Un i f orm cl i p p ed h i m f or su sp en d ed I i cen se." "However, he' s a su eject of an open investigation" "M ore th an on e." "He ' s on e of C ostel I o ' s." "We're getting a warrant." "C an ' t g et an ad d ress of f h i m." "He paged his lawyer but the lawyer hasn't called back yet." "Who's the lawyer?" " Di d n ' t kn ow th e n ame." "J u st a n u m ber." "Beeper number." "An d th e g u y d i d n ' t sh ow u p?" " No." "An d h e beep ed h i m?" "'Fwi ce." "Give me your phone." "Turn that off." "What?" "Tu rn th e f u c ki n g camera of f." "Give it to me." "He doesn't know what the fucking lawyer looks like." "Whose briefcase is this?" "AII right." " I t ' s of f?" "You're good." "Afternoon, Mr. Fitzgibbons." " He can ' t d o th at." " He j u st d i d." "'Y'ou my attorney?" "What do you think?" "Have you made statements or p h on e cat I s  I n eed to be mad e aware of?" "I beeped you." "The card they gave me." "That's it." "Th at ' s i t?" "Th at ' s i t." "You need to call your mother tell her you're not donna be home f or su p p er." "C ameba ' s of f." "It's off." "Call your mother." "Loo ki t. th ey' re su i ti n g u p f or a rai d ri g h t n ow." "I d on ' t kn ow wh ere th ey' re g oi n g, but they do." "And so do you." "So make the call." "Loo ki t, f u c ksti c k, you don't gutta trust me just listen to what I'm saying to you." "M om, I ' m n ot g on n a ma ke i t h ome f or su p p er." "Sorrv, Yeah, I got held up." "Yeah. no. you carry on without me." "1'11 talk to you later." "Okay." "Bye." "Everybody out." "Move." "Thank you." "So who are you?" "I think you need a different attorney, Mr. Fitzgibbons." "Have a great day." "So when the fuck am I donna get out?" "AI I ri g h t, ru n th e I ast n u m ber h e cat I ed." "Th at ' s h i s h ou se." "I ' I I swear to th e j u d g e I surveilled him there  an d a bra-!" "u c ki n g -cad a bra, we g ot a warren t." "Why did you use my phone?" "Because you didn't go in there." "Th e I i g h t ' s n i ce h ere i n th e morn i n g." "So do you hanna talk about last night?" "You know, it's all right." "Guys tend to make too bi g a d eat ou t of i t." "I t ' s act?" "al I y q u i te common." "I g otta g o to wor k." "Do you lie?" "Why?" "Do you?" "No." "I'm asking if you lie." "Honesty is not synonymous with truth." "Yeah. you lie." "You lie." "I s i t to d o some g ood, to g et somewh ere p arson al I y  or, wh at, j u st f or th e f u c k of i t?" "Well, I expect that some people do it to keep things on an even keel." "So you had a parent who was a drunk." "Did you?" "No." "Let's keep it with you." "Talk about how you feel." "How I feel." "How I feel." "Fuck." "Brian. stop it." "No." "Please." "No." "Ain't donna hurt you." "You sit there  wi th a mass mu rd erer." "A mass mu rd erer." "Your heart rate is jacked." "And your hand  stead y." "That's one thing I figured out about myself i n p ri son." "M y h an d  d oes n ot sh a ke." "Ever." "Wake the fuck up." "There was a cop leaving when I came in." "How did you know he was a cop?" "Bad haircut, no dress sense and a slight, you know, air of scumbag entitlement." "Do you see cops?" "Th at ' s p art of wh at I d o." "I n ormal I y d on ' t see cad ets who've been kicked out of the academy." "O h, boy." "You should get a better job, huh?" "Should 1?" "So do they all come in here and cry, your cops?" "Sometimes they do." "Yeah, sure." "Sometimes they cry, yeah." "If they've had trouble at home, if they've had to use their weapons" "Use th ei r weep on s?" "Let me tell you something." "Th ey si g n ed u p to u se th ei r weep on s." "M ost of th em, al I ri g h t." "But they watch enough TV so they know they have to weep af ter th ey u se th ei r weep on s." "Th ere i s n o on e more f u I I of sh i t th an a cop." "Except for a cop on TV." "I looked at your file." "I see that you have a record of assault." "Yeah." "So what was it like for vou in jail?" "What. you hanna hear about the showers?" "Is that what you hanna hear about?" "Did something happen to you?" "No." "0 kays I et ' s d o th i s." "C ome on, sp read th em." "ldey, you think you can pop somebody  an d th ere ' s a sp eci al card to p I ay?" "Jimmy Bags, whose jaw you broke happens to work undercover for the Boston Police Department." "I ' m g oi n g n u ts." "I can't be someone else every day." "It's been a year." "I've had enough!" "Calm down." "Most people do it every day." "What's the big deal?" "Well." "I'm not them." "I'm not them. okay?" "Exactly." "You're nobody." "You signed the papers. remember?" "We're the only two people on this earth that even know you're a cop." "How about we just erase your file, huh?" "How about we erase your file and you're just an 0th er sot d i er f or C ostel I o  op en to arrest f or I d on ' t kn ow how many felonies." "What do you say?" "How about I fucking kill you. huh?" "How about I fucking kill you!" "Th at was a j o ke." "C ome on." "Th at wasn ' t a j o ke." "You play a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one..." "...you lace-curtain, Irish fucking pussy!" "ldey, hey!" "Stop it!" "Break it up!" "Stop it!" "Fuck you, motherfucker!" "G od d amn i t, stop i t!" "Th at ' s an ord er!" "For chrissake. be smart." "I f an ybod y' s watch i n g u s n ow, how are we not supposed to arrest you?" "C ome on, g et i n th e car." "80th of you, get in the car." "When are you donna take Costello?" "What's wrong with taking him on an y on e  of th e mi I I i on f el on i es th at you've seen him do or I've seen him do?" "I mean. h e mu rd ored some bod y. ri g h t?" "Th e g u y f u c ki n g mu rd ers some bod y and you don't fucking take him!" "What are you waiting for?" "Do you want him to ch op me u p an d f eed me to th e p oor?" "'Fhat what you want?" "Th at ' d sti c k." "Will you shut up?" "We are building a case and it takes time." "You know that." "Something's wrong." "I'm telling you. something's wrong." "Yeah. maybe." "Look, we need you to keep your ears open, all right?" "No bu I I sh i t." "I th i n k C ostel I o ' s g ot a sp y i n si d e the Special Investigation Unit." "You serious?" "I ' m af rai d so." "Have you heard anything like that?" "J esu s C h ri st." "Han g ti g h t f or me. ki d." "J u st a I i ttl e wh i I e I on g er." "We a r e t h i s c I o s e :" "AI I ri g h t?" "What do vou expect coming in here?" "1 have to come here." "1 know you have to come here." "But now that you're here what do you want?" "You want the truth?" "Valium." "If you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted." "What's that say about what you do?" "We should have a few more meetings..." "...before we even talk about prescriptions." "l-ook." "I'm having panic attacks." "Other night, I thought I was having a heart attack." "I puked in a barrel on the way over." "I haven't slept for fucking weeks." " I s th at tru e?" "Yeah. that's true." "I sai d cometh i n g f u c ki n g tru e." "I wan t some f u c ki n g p i I I s and you're donna close my file?" "1 didn't say I'd close your file." "No, 1" " I th ou g h t I was su p p used to tel I..." "... th e tru th h ere, i f on I y f u c ki n g h ere." "'Y'ou are!" "Yes." "A guy comes in here against every instinct of privacy, of self-reliance that he has and what do you do?" "What do you do?" "You send him off on the street to score smack?" "Is that what you do?" "You're fucking ridiculous." "Two p i I I s?" "Why don't you just give me a bottle of Scotch  an d a h an d g u n to bl ow my f u c ki n g h ead of f?" "Are we done with this psychiatry bullshit?" "'Y'ou can leave!" "What did I just put myself through?" "I ' m ou t of h ere." "An d wh at i f th at was a I eg i ti mate th rest?" "Th i n k a bou t i t, f u c ki n g h otsh ot." "Fuck." "Why is the last patient of the day always the hardest one?" "You're tired and you don't give a shit." " I t ' s n ot su p ern atu rat." " Li stun." "Listen." "You know, I'm not just somebody that you have to see or they put you in jail." "Okay?" "I mean, if you're in distress, I will help you." "What's this?" "I t ' s my card." "An d a p rescri p ti on f or 20 I oraz ep am." "Yeah?" "I s i t en ou g h to comma t su i ci d e?" "M aybe i t i s." "AI I ri g h t?" "O key?" "Have I done my job up to your goddamn standards?" "Because according to my standards, you fit the model of drug-seeking behavior." "You know, and too damn bad if you don't like my initial clinical reaction." "Thank you." "I'm transferring you to another counselor." "G ood." "0 kay." "So you hanna get a cup of coffee?" "Bring it in here, please." "Would somebody bring it in?" "C ome on i n." "Our target is a major transaction of mi crop rocessors." "Yes. those." "I don't know what they are, you don't know what they are." "Who gives a fuck." "Cash." "Lots of cash i s g on n a ch an g e h an d s i n si d e a bu i I d i n g that we have under AV surveillance close-by." "I kn ow th i s I ocati on i s n ot th e best." "but we had very little time to set up." "Y'ou guys know anything about this?" " No." "Sullivan's team will ID the bad guys an d I i stun i n on th e p h on es." "O u r u n i t wi I I n ot ta ke anti on." "I rep eat, n ot ta ke anti on, u n ti I a man th at C ap tai n (:1 u een an h as i n si d e verifies the transaction." "Are we clear?" "An ybod y?" "An y q u esti on s?" "No?" "Th i s i s wh o we ' re af ter." "We've been after this cocksucker f or a I on g ti me, an d ton i g h t  we are g oi n g to g et h i m." "Let ' s g o to wor k." "AII right, you guys find out wh at we ' re d oi n g an d g et on i t." "Sorry to get you last-minute, bu t th i n g s I ea k." "Th i s I ead came f rom Queenan's undercover guy." "I'm donna smoke." "You don't smoke?" "One of those fitness freaks, huh?" "Go fuck yourself." " Hi." "Dad?" "Yes." "Yeah, something big came up at work." " I ' m n ot g on n a be h ome f or su p p er." " Too bad." "Your mother worked all goddamn day." "We'II just have to sit down without you and your friends." "O h, n o, my f ri en d s are sti I I com!" "n g." "So we'll just-- 1'11 just see you f or I u n ch i n stead tomorrow." "Your mother will be proud." "AII right, thanks, Pop." "Bye." "Th e read i n ess i s al I." "You know the players." "Call the game." "Thank you." "'Y'ou ready?" "Is your highness  g on n a d rop me of f at con f ess!" "on bef ore wor k, or f u c k me, or wh at?" "What have you got to confess to th at an oi n ted p ed erase?" "A confessional seal, these days  I ' m n ot so su re." "He ' I I op orate th e cameras." "You ID the guys and log them." "AI I cel I up h on e si g n al s are under surveillance  th rou g h th e cou rtesy of our federal friends over there." "Patriot Act." "Patriot Act." "I love it." "I love it." "I love it." "Keep an eye on this one." "AI I ri g h t, h ere we g o." "There's Costello." "Mr. French." "There's Fitly." "Delahunt and the new guy, Billy Costigan." "Time is 1 0:46." "AII right, turn off your cell phones." "Fitzy's got the chicken." "Check your weapons." "We have a blind spot." "Why do we have a blind spot?" "We had two hours' notice." "Two hours." "Fuck you think this is." "NASA?" "It never crossed my mind." "ldave you got a camera in the back?" "What back?" "ldow you going, Robert?" "G ood, M r." "C ostel I o." "I hanna tell you, at least two of these gents have machine guns." "He's from the Chinese government." "He ' s scared sh i tl ess." "Government man." "Scared." "I ' m con corn ed a bou t a C h i n amen wh o th i n ks i t ' s wi se  to come to a bu si n ess (ran cacti on  wi th au tomato c weep on s." "For his own good, tell Bruce Lee an d th e Karate Ki d s none of us are carrying au tomato c weep on s." "Because here. in this country it don't add inches to your dick." "You get a life sentence for it." "If we had some Homeland Security money I i ke some d ou ch e bag s I cou I d men ti on...." "An y cat I s?" "Th ey tu rn ed of f th ei r cel I p h on es." "Search randomly for calls mad e f rom th e area." "Eight hundred and seven phones are live in this area." "Th en n arrow th e area." "What you see there for service is what you're donna get." "Why did they turn their phones off?" "Wait." "There's still one phone up." "Where?" "The buyers are there." "You know. direct contact with your guys would have its advantages." "Not to my g u Y." "This is unbelievable." "Who put the cameras in this place?" "Oh, who the fuck are you?" "I ' m th e g u y wh o d oes h i s j o b." "You must be the other guy." "I f th ese C h i n ks wan n a n u ke Tai wan an y ti me i n th i s cen tu ry  th ey' d better sh ap e u p an d sh ow me 1 mi I I i on d ol I ars." "What we generally do. in this country  i s on e g u y  bri n g s th e i toms  an d th e 0th er g u y pays him." "No " tickee"" "... n o I au n d ry." "Go ahead, Fitz." "Cars are moving, but did you see anybody come out?" "Please tell me those cars aren't empty." "I mean, J esu s f u c ki n g C h ri st, p I ease tel I me th at th ose C h i n amen ' s cars aren ' t emp ty!" "They didn't figure we had a navy." "Did you put a camera in the back?" "Can I talk to you for a second, please?" "You stupid fucking hard-on!" "You fucked this whole thing up!" "What the fuck did you do, you cocksucker?" "Let go of me!" "I'm donna rip your fucking arm off and shove it up your fucking ass!" "Why don't we meet?" "Let me buy you an ice cream." "I'm getting on a plane unless vou put Queenan on." "(:1 u een an h ad a f u n erat to g o to." "Th i s i s my sh i f t." "C al m d own." "Why shouldn't I get on a f u c ki n g p I an e, h u h?" "Meet up?" "You actually want me dead?" "Look. there is a rat in your unit." "Th at i s a f act. al I ri g h t?" " Where as Queenly?" " He ' s n ot h ere." "They knew you had cameras in the building." "They knew everything." "Th ere i s a I ea k f rom th e i n si d e." "I t ' s real." "M an. smo ke h i m ou t." "Yeah. how do we do that." "Mr. Genius-Who- Didn't-Even-Graduate-From-the-Academy?" "Disinform." "Let it slip to SIU that you have a seal ed wi retal warren t  f or C ostel I o ' s ap artmen t." "Don ' t tel I anyone in our division, but tell SIU." "Flush it down the pipe, see i f i t comes ou t on my en d." "Th at ' s wh at we d o f i rst." "Narrow i t d own." "Where the fuck is Queenan, huh?" "He 's not here." "You hanna meet up or you got something real, call me back." "changing your life radically." "Change anything." "Right?" "Change everything." "Right?" "Yeah." "How long you been with this guy?" "My boyfriend?" "Yeah." "Four months." "Almost four months." "Four months." "Do you love him?" "It's a pretty serious relationship. yeah." "It's very serious." "I s h e a h ead case I i ke me?" "I ' m j u st cu ri ou s." "No more th an I am." "I kn ow th at i t ' s a sari ou s rel ati on sh i p." "I know there are ups and downy." "Right?" "People have doubts and problems." "Well. not problems. but doubts." "What would you do if he was standing ri g h t th ere an d h e saw u s?" "I would lie." "Yeah." "I would lie." "You know, to keep things on an even keel, right?" "Right?" "We talked about that." " M orn i n g." "G ood morn i n g." "Want a French doughnut?" "Yeah." " Hey. can I I oo ki t?" "Yeah." "Sure." "AII right, we're not having this out." "What?" "You don't see any pictures of wh ere I came f rom." "Look." "I respect who you are just, you know, not in the living room." "We might have company." "C omp an y?" "Yeah, company." "ldey, now, why do you work for the state?" "Why not?" "You do." "No, what you do." "The degrees and all, everything you got." "You're hot shit." "Yeah?" "So why do you make as much as a g u i d an ce cou n set or?" "Because I believe in public service." "So now you're donna fuck with me?" "So now you're donna be ridiculous, huh?" " No. d on ' t start wi th me." "Don ' t" " Hey." "Ah, fuck with the fucking phone!" "Stop it!" "Th e p h on e." "Forget the phone." "G et i t." "An ewer i t." "An ewer i t." "This is your first phone call i n th e n ew h ou se." "You live here now." "You're a resident." "Mayor Sullivan's office." "Put Colin on the phone right now." "O h, my G od." "I ' m sorry." "What?" "I th i n k i t ' s a g u y wi th " " I t ' s I i ke a can cer g u y." " Hel I o." "What the fuck is it with you and your phone, huh?" "Something for work." "Hey." "N0th i n g, n 0th i n g, n 0th i n g." "I t wen t d ead." "I d on ' t kn ow, I g et" "Was that that shrink cunt th at an swered th e p h on e?" "Remember I told you that we were-- She was donna move in?" " Yeah." "she moved in." "'Y'ou better get organized, quick." "ldey, last time I checked, I tipped you off and you're not in jail." "Are you listening to me?" "Yeah." "Do you like Little Miss Thing sucking on your cock?" "Yes." "Yes." "I do." "So earn it." "I ' m g etti n g th e f eel i n g  we g ot a cop i n my crew." "Yeah." "I know." "I ' m ki n d of g etti n g th at f eel i n g too." "He's one of yours." "Inside." "Have vou seen anything?" "I got no access to Queenan's undercover f i I es." "He an d Di g n am ru n th e sn i tch es." " Doi n g my best." " Your best?" "What do you think we're in, th e f u c ki n g h a herd ash ery bu si n ess?" "Look." "Frank. if you don't relax" "If you don't relax, I can't relax." "AII right?" "Now, what I need you to do... .--get me information on the people with vou last night." "Your crew." "G et me loci al -secu ri ty n u m hers, g et me" "Get you?" "Give you?" "Who the fuck do you work for?" "AII right, all right." "Frank, Frank, Frank." "AI I ri g h t." "I ' m sorry." "If you could. please." "What I need are SS numbers." "DOBs just all the pedigree information so I can ru n i t on my en d an d we can I D th e p ri c k." "if vou can get me that information 1 can" " We're donna handle it." "I can h an d I e i t." "Calm down, or you'll shoot in your pants." "1'11 get vou the records and whatnot." "But listen to me, son." "Don 't disappoint me on this  or some 0th er g u y wi I I be p u tti n g th ei r f at coc k up Little Miss Freud's ass." "How are you." "Francis?" "My mother called me Francis." " I kn ow sh e d i d." "And your father called you the tumor." "And what did your father call you, Charlie?" "Oh, yeah, I forgot." "He wasn't around." "You have a boss that has a laryngectomy?" "No. n o. n o." "Th at was a g u y wh o wor ks f or me." "You're lying to me." "Not exactly." "What did you do with the real microprocessors, Frank?" "M i crop rocessors." "Oh, yeah." "I h e a r d t h e s t o r y." "Yo u a r r e s t e d s o m e C h i n e s e g o ve r n m e n t g u ys at the border carrying some light sockets or cometh i n g." "I can ' t wai t to wi p e th at f u c ki n g smi r k off of your face." "Wouldn't you rather wipe my ass for me?" "Th ere are certai n p arts of my j o b th at I'm not donna be able to talk to you about." "And I cannot allow you to jeopardize an ongoing investigation or your life." "No. real I y. th ere are th i n g s you don't even hanna know about." "O kays th en j u st say th at." "AI I ri g h t, I wi I I." "Oh, that's the movers." "Yeah. you still hanna stay?" "Yes." "Yeah?" "C ome on, I ' m com!" "n g!" "I t ' s th e worst ti mi n g." "I'm donna get you." "If you could've, you would've." "But I guess you like to go at your own pace." "Excuse me." "Got a date with some angels." "Hankie." "Hankies" "Your mother forgives me." "You take off an armored car at the mall." "What the fuck, you pay guineas in Providence?" "Fucking now I do!" "What the fuck do you do?" "I g otta p ay C ostel I o f or h i m to (rad e me to the FBI?" "Because that's what he does." "FBI?" "What the fuck you talking about, FBI?" "My God. is that French out there?" "What the fuck did you just say a bou t th e FBI?" "Forget what I said." "I'm fucking high." "Whatever may be going on in that very fucking poor very limited brain of yours, I am not donna hurt you, all right?" "lust tell me what you fucking said." "Forget it." "I ' m h i g h." "I ' m f u c ki n g h i g h." "I mu st be h i g h." "I'd never say what you thought I said." "Fuck!" "Now, wh at th e f u c k did you just fucking say?" "Why do you think he never gets busted?" "C ostel I o ' s a p retested FBI i n f organ t." "He'II trade you out." "I th ou g h t I was su p p used to g o i n to sh oc k." "I ' m n ot i n sh oc k." "I t f u c ki n g h u rts!" "I t f u c ki n g h u rts!" "Hey." "I t ' s me." "What are you doing here?" "C ome h ere." "Costello's giving people up to the FBI." "Th e FBI?" "He is giving information to the FBI." "He ' s a p retested f u c ki n g i n f organ t." "I mean, aren't they always trying to make it a federal case and it never gets made?" "G o arou n d th e bac k." "I ' I I op en th e d oor." "G o on." " Here ' s some i ce water." "0 h, th an ks." "Th an ks." "That's my son." "Patrick." "G oes to Notre Dame." "Oh, yeah?" "M y wi f e ' s asl eep bu t sh e I ef t some supper out." "You want something to eat?" "No." "No. th an ks." "Yeah, come on, man." "You have some supper." "We'II talk in the kitchen." "C ome on." "You want some coke?" "Th ere i t i s." "Don't move till you're numb." "C ome on." "G et i n si d e." "Boss wants your real name your social and license number." "your bank account numbers." "I don't have a bank account." "I'm a cash business myself." "What's he doing. setting up IRAS?" "Just fill the fucking paper in." "Your real name and all your account numbers." "Th en we wal t h ere." "You're shitting me." " No." "I ai n ' t." "Put the forms in there." "I d on ' t kn ow i f th i s is how you spell " citizens. "" "But fuck it. you know?" "No. n o. n o." "C ome h ere." "What, are you fucking retarded or cometh i n g?" "Th at ai n ' t f u c ki n g ri g h t." "Are you kidding me?" "Loo k at th i s." "Loo k." "" Citizens. " Look." "Billy, he said to stay here." "Yeah." "I'm not sitting here wi th ou t a tetan u s sh ot." "Where the fuck are you going?" "I'm not staying, all right?" "You can tell him I said that." " Hey." " Hi." " I t ' s p ou ri n g ou t th ere." "Yeah." "Loo k..." "... i f th i s i s i n ap p rop ri ate, I " " No." "No. i t ' s n ot i n ap p rop ri ate." "You're not a patient." "So you moving out or you moving in?" "I've still got th ree wee ks I ef t on th e I ease." "Th at ' s me." "Yeah." "I know." "l-ledging your bets?" " No." "No." "You have to choose." "'Y'ou have to make a" "A d eci si on." "A decision." "And, you know, you have to stick by what you choose." "'Y'ou have to" "Move in with your boyfriend?" "Yes." "Otherwise it's...." "O h, I kn ow, I kn ow." "I kn ow." "I have to say your vulnerability i s real I y f rea ki n g me ou t ri g h t n ow." "I s i t real?" "I th i n k so." "You don't have any cats." "No." "I I i ke th at." "I d on ' t g et i t." "We are all convinced th at C ostel I o h as at I east  on e mot e i n si d e the Special Investigations Unit." "You will investigate everybody an d an ybod y." "Well, that's not exactly a d ream j o b f or a cop." "We looked at all possible candidates." "You have an immaculate record." "Some people don't trust a guy wi th an i mmacu I ate record." "I d o." "I have an immaculate record." "How is your wedding coming along?" "Great." "Great." "She's a doctor." "Th at ' s ou tstan d i n g." "Yeah." "M arri ag e i s an i mp organ t p art of g etti n g ah ead." "Lets people know you're not a homo." "M arri ed g u y i s more sta bl e." "People see the ring, think at least someon e can stan d h i m." "Ladies see the ring. they know you must have some cash and your cock must work." "Yeah. it's working." "Overtime." " I ' m g I ad to h ear th at." "'Fhank you." "Be dirty, be dirty." "Yeah...." "Frank." "The fuck is wrong with you?" "see anything you like, Col?" "1 almost fucking shot you." "You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you?" "sit down." "I hope you're not turning into one of them so b si steps wan ts to g et cau g h t." "You're not cracking up. are you?" " I d on ' t crac k u p." "pick a place like this  W h e r e a n y c O p c O u I d s e e yo u." "J e s u s." "I f th i s i s su ch a f u c ki n g bad i d ea why'd you show up?" "I own th e p I ace." "Why am I not fucking surprised?" "AII right, bookie, I gutta tell you" "You're getting reassigned." "I know." "How the fuck do you know that?" "Where'd they put you?" "ldey, Frank." "I cotta find myself." "You're telling me. sonny boy." "I g otta f i n d th e g u y you got in the department." "With everybody looking up their own ass and you looking for yourself  I p u t my mon ey on n o bod y f i n d s n 0th i n g." "I know. but." "Frank. bookie." "For me. you cotta lay low." "Right now." "C ol I i e Iaying low is not what I do." "AII right, fucking Big Daddy Frank." "Fucking perfect." "What good am I to you if you don't listen to me?" "What good am I if you don't listen?" "(:1 u een an i s comp artmen tat i z i n g." "He's splitting everything up." "He's fucking smart." "You know this." "I can get the rat." "You just gutta let me do it my way, Frank." "O kay." "But Colin." "I hope I won't have to remind you that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department  most I i kel y, i t won ' t be me wh o su f f ers f or i t." "Now. why would you have to rem!" "n d me of th at?" "Would I be any good at what I do i f I d i d n ' t f u c ki n g al read y kn ow th at?" "Frank. you cotta trust me." "AII right?" "Just trust me, Frank." "Hey, it fucking involves lying and I'm pretty fucking good at that." "Right?" "Right?" "M aybe becau se it's always been so easy for me to get cunt that I never understood j er ki n g of f i n a th eater." "C h ri st." "Who knows what's easy?" "Colin, I know you'll take care of bu si n ess." "Shit!" "Fuck." "Hey, how you doing?" "Hi." "Darl en e. h i." "Th at ' s i t f or me." "Yeah. see you." "Have a good one." "I smel I a rat." "J esu s C h ri st." "You got a girlfriend?" "No." "No. no." "Why. what does that matter?" "It depends." "I'm sure by now you know  I g ot an i n f armer i n my ou tf i t." "C op." "Staties, Boston Police Department, I ' m n ot su re" "J esu s C h ri st." "Are you sure it's not the FBI?" "I t ai n ' t th e FBI." "Ex-wife." "O I d g i rl f ri en d." "O r stu p i d." "That is what brings you down i n th i s bu si n ess." "Stupid, huh?" "Well." "I guess that leaves me out." "You know, past days, situation like this, I kill everybody." "Everybody who works for me." "Right." "You know." "Frank 1 look around at your other guys...." "I mean. th ey' re al I mu rd eyers. ri g h t?" "Right?" "And I thin k, " Could I do murder?"" "A n d a I I I c a n a n s w e r m ys e I f i s :" "" What' s the dif f erence?"" "Give them up to the Almighty." "You see. that's my point. you know?" "You accuse me once." "I put up with it." "You accuse me twice 1 q cit." "You pressure me to fear for my life and I will put a fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else." "Okay?" "You got something you hanna ask me?" "Look, you're 70 years old, Frank." "I'm just saying, okay?" "O n e O f yo U r g U ys i S g O n n a P O P yo U." "one Of your guys is donna pop you." "Yeah, yeah." "As f or ru n n i n g d ru g s, what the fuck are you doing?" "You don't need the money or the pain in the ass." "And they will catch you." "I haven't needed the money  si n ce I too k Arch i e ' s mi I k mon ey i n th e th i rd g rad e." "Tell you the truth." "I don't need pussy anymore. either." "But I like it." "Point I'm making here is." "Bill  I g ot th i s rat  th i s g n awi n g, ch eese-eati n g, f u c ki n g rat  an d i t bri n g s u p q u esti on s." "You know." "See, Bill, like, you're the new guy." "(lirlfrie n d...." "Why don't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers?" "Social-security numbers." "Yeah." "Everybody's fucking numbers." "I s th ere cometh i n g th at you just hanna go ahead and ask me?" "Because 1'11 give you th e f u c ki n g an ewer, al I ri g h t?" "Frank." "look at me." "Look at me." "I ' m n ot th e f u c ki n g rat." "O hay?" "I ' m n ot th e f u c ki n g rat." "Start with you agree there is a rat." "You said there is one. all right?" "I base most of wh at I d o on th e i d ea that you're pretty good at what you do." "Sure." "Sure, Will." "You." "William." "What would you do?" "Frank. how many of these guys have been with you I on g en ou g h to be d i so ru n tl ed?" "Th i n k a bou t i t." "You don't pay much. you know." "I t ' s al most a f u c ki n g f eu d al en tarp ri se." "Th e q u esti on i s, an d th i s i s th e on I y q u esti on who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?" "Th e on I y on e wh o cou I d d o wh at I d o i s me." "Lot of p eop I e h ad to d i e f or me to be me." "You hanna be me?" "I probably could be you." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I know that much." "But I don't hanna be you." "Frank." "I don't hanna be you." "" Heavy lies the crown " sort of thing." "Yeah." "Francis." "I'm out of here." "You'll set the alarm" "Yeah, all right. 1'11 see you at Christmas." "AI I ri g h t." "G ood n i g h t." "You know what I like about restaurants?" "The fucking food?" "I don't know." "What?" "You learn a lot watching things eat." "Th ere ' s a boat com!" "n g u p G I ou coster." "French will give you all the details." "Don ' t f org et." "Eat cometh i n g. f or C h ri st ' s sa ke." "In the future, I tell you to do a thing, you fucking do it." "You got that?" "I g ot i t." "O hay?" "Excuse me..." "..." "French, I forgot my..." "okay, Francis." "... ci g arette." "Eat cometh i n g." "Problem?" "Yeah, I got a problem." "I run rat fucks like you, okay?" "I don't like them." "The day you wouldn't take a promotion, I et me kn ow." "If you'd taken care of this I wou I d n ' t be h ere." "Fuck yourself, you piece of shit." "1 need the identity of your underlayers." "Blow me." "Not literally." "Unfortunately, there's no promotion involved for you." "Fucking prick." " Hi. cap tai n." " Loo k wh o ' s h ere." "Th e p rom q u een." "Th ey are n ot h ap p y wi th me." "What do you expect?" "Everybody knows you've been assigned here to f i n d C ostel I o ' s rat." "Th ey wan t to f i n d th e I ea k as much as you do." "Like I said, two days ago, my guy d amn n ear f ou n d ou t wh o C ostel I o ' s rat i s." "But he lost him in the streets." "Really?" "Well. did he get a look at the guy?" " No." "I mean, n 0th i n g?" "Li ke, I mean, anything that could help us." "No." "So you got any advice for me?" "J u st, I mean, g en erat I y." "C ostel I o can ' t d o mu ch bu si n ess wi th ou t cooed i n ati n g wi th h i s sou rce  wh o i s h ere i n SI U." "Follow Costello." "You'll find his rat." "You're donna be looking at mv people... .--going through their bank statements, their phone calls and medical records." "Don 't be surprised if thev don 't buv vou a beer or invite vou into their homes." "L et me get vou a coffee." "If I wasn 't with the Massachusetts State Police  i f I d i d i t f u I I -ti me, I aw sch ool I'd be through it in a year." "I f I wasn ' t a troop er." "But another city." "I was thinking that." "An 0th er ci ty." "An 0th er ci ty, h u h?" "Yeah. well. that would be a clean slate." "I want vou to know, vou don 't got to stay." "I f we ' re n ot g on n a ma ke i t it's gutta be you that gets out, becau se I ' m n ot cap a bl e." "I ' m f u c ki n g I ri sh." "I ' I I d eat wi th cometh i n g bei n g wren g f or th e rest of my I i f e." "It might not be a bad idea, vou know, another city." "0 f cou rse I kn ow h ow to sp ot a cop." " How ' s th at?" "If he's not paying attention to us." "h e ' s a cop." "Lookit." "You see that guy over there?" "Right over there." "Yeah." "Not paying attention to us." "He ' s a cop." "0 kay." "You get it now, do you?" "What about this guy?" "c op." "Hey, how you doing?" "What kind of dog is that?" "She ignored us so she must be a cop." "She's probably th e f u c ki n g p ol i ce comma ssi on er." "You can get out of here." "I'm using a new crew tonight." "New guys." " I th ou g h t I was on f or th i s." " I ch an g ed my mi n d." "Ta ke th e n i g h t of f." "Francis. we're ready for the sushi bar." "limmy, bring a mop." "0 u t th e bac k." "There's guys who answer th e q u esti on s ri g h t..." "...and there's guys that don't." "An d a p ai I." "You're a cop." "What?" "You ignored us. you're a cop." "We're guessing who cops are." "You know, most g ood -1 oo ki n g women are cop s." "Well." "I'm going home. all right?" "He's playing with his new guys." "see you later, all right?" "see you later." "He's moving something with all new guys." "A wh ol e n ew crew." "No. no." "I can't tell you what or where." "I t ' s p ro ba bl y d i si n f ormati on." "J u st keep f ol I owl n g h i m. al I ri g h t?" "Listen." "I need to see you today." " Tomorrow." " No, n o, n o." "Tod ay." "You heard nothing about drugs?" "No." "Nothing about new guys?" "Noth i n g a bou t G I ou coster?" "Not a thing." "And I would have." "That information would have come to me." "It ain't Bill." "No way, he says." "Follow Costello." "You'll find his rat." "Yeah. this is Sergeant Sullivan." "I want constant surveillance on C ap tai n (:1 u een an, starts n g ri g h t n ow." "Good." "Thank you." "Can I ask a question, sarge?" "Why the fuck are we f ol I owl n g C ap tai n (:1 u een an?" "To f i n d ou t a bou t th e g ood C ath ol i c I i f e?" "I have to follow every lead." "however unlikely however fucking painful it might be to your delicate fucking sensibilities." "Who told you I had delicate sensibilities?" "1 just don 't like it, sarge." "Don 't feel right." "1 have reason to believe  th at C ap tai n (:1 u een an i s C ostel I o ' s rat." "So just follow him and don't get made." "Sarge, we got the target coming out." "Hey." "Where are you?" "L ook down the car." " You got me?" "Yeah, I botchy." "Is there a reason you would have a tail?" "No." "Because I think" "Billy." "I don't have a tail." "Get off at the next stop, all right?" "South Station." "You wait there 1 0 minutes." "South Station." "Wait 1 0 minutes." "He j u st wen t i n to a bu i I d i n g down the waterfront. 344 Wash." "You got that?" "34.4." "Wash." "Yeah. he went up to the top floor." "Building's empty." "No tenants here." "He ' s g ot d op e com!" "n g i n." "I d on ' t kn ow wh ere." "He" "He ' s g etti n g sp oo ky. cap tai n." "What?" " I j u st saw h i m." "He h ad bl ood on h i s h an d s." "He ' s I ost h i s f u c ki n g mi n d." "I d on ' t kn ow what we're doing here. boys." "He's not including his regular guys." "But 1'11 tell you something." "Sooner or later he's donna find out wh o I am an d h e ' s g on n a f u c ki n g ki I I me." " I kn ow i t." "He ' s g on n a f u c ki n g ki I I me!" "AI I ri g h t!" "I th i n k we g ot h i m." "I th i n k (:1 u een an ' s meets n g wi th h i m ri g h t n ow." "AI I ri g h t, al I ri g h t." "Li stun to me." "I'm really sorry for your trouble." "I swear to G od I am." "1'11 get you out of this." "I can't do it overnight but 1'11 get you out." "Yeah?" "Hey, get the van." "We're moving." "Heavy work." "What about the FBI?" "Th ey' re comp rom!" "sed." "Th ey' re wh at?" "Th ey' re f u c ked." "Yeah." " Where are von?" "We'jle been trying to reach you." "We found the rat." "Listen, we're donna take him out." "L ookit:" "The address is 31 4." "Washington Street." "You got it?" "AII right, we'll see you there." "What?" "You were followed." "By who?" "By Costello's people." " I mp ossi bl e." "0 n e of th e cop s  h e ' s g ot on th e i n si d e ti p p ed h i m." "C ome on." "C ome on." "C ome on!" "What the fuck is going on?" "Fucking shit." "Looks like Queenan's meets n g wi th al I of th em." "Yeah. he must be our guy." "Sarge, we cotta get him out of here." "Those guvs aren 't fucking around." "Ah, C h ri st, i t ' s too I ate." "Let ' s g o bac k u p." "shit!" "'Y'ou got to get out of here!" "Ta ke th e f i re escap e." "What about you?" "1'11 be fine." "But if you get made I can't protect you." "Now, go!" "one of you mugs got a light?" "Where's your boy?" "He's studying law at Notre Dame." "Where's your fucking boy?" " Hey!" "Hey!" "G od d amn moth erf u c ker!" "Fucking kill you!" "Where's your fucking boy?" "What the fuck was that?" "Did you fucking see that?" "Sarge, something j u st came of f th e bu i I d i n g." "What the fuck?" "Fuck." "What do you mean, of f th e bu i I d i n g?" "something came off the fucking roof." " I t ' s a f u c ki n g bod y." "We can't get a visual." "Want us to get out?" "We gutta get on foot if you want me to get up on this thing." "Where were you?" "What happened?" "You're fucking late!" "Get in the van!" "What do you mean, of f th e roof?" "What's going on?" "I came to meet you." "What the fuck--?" "Get in the van!" "I g ot f ou r armed men ri g h t ou t f ron t." "You want us to pursue?" "No. do not pursue." "Stay in the car." "Fuck." "No fucking pursuit." " I n eed i n f ormati on." "What came off the roof?" " No p u rsu i t." "Th at ' s bu I I sh i t." "Fuck this." "Fitzy!" "Get in the van!" "Get in the fucking van!" "Let's go!" "Move!" "AI I ri g h t." "I g ot h i m." "32X to CP." "We're being fired upon!" "An officer is down." "I repeat, an officer is down. :4 trooper's been shote" "Send some back" "So do you know wh y (:1 u een an wen t i n to th at bu i I d i n g?" " No." "Well. a better question  i s wh y th e f u c k were your guys following him?" "I told Internal Investigations to f ol I ow C ap tai n (:1 u een an." "why?" "'Fhat's Internal Investigations' business." "Fucking piece of shit!" "AI I ri g h t." " Hey, h ey!" "Fucking bitch!" " Let h i m g o!" "Cocksucker!" "I don't have to fucking explain anything to anybody!" "I can fucking investigate an ybod y I wan t to!" "C ome on!" "1 don't give a fuck what you think!" "I got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his fucking undercover." "Th at ' s a f u c ki n g I i e." "He h as f u c ki n g i n f ormati on i n a I oc ked f i I e. as d i d C ap tai n Q u een an." "I n eed access to th ose f i I es." "I f org ot th e p assword bu t if you come with me 1'11 give it to you." "Th at ' s a f u c ki n g I i e." " No bod y cat I s me a I i ar!" "Shut up!" "Work with the tech guys to u n I oc k th ose f i I es." "Dignam. take a leave of absence." "'Fake a leave of what?" "Queenan is dead." "I'm your boss now." "I d on ' t care." "I ' d path er h an d i n my p ap ers f i rst." "World needs plenty of bartenders." "Two wee ks wi th p ay." "G ood." "piece of shit." "Fuck off." " I n eed th ose cod es." " No." "You want those codes." "So where the fuck were you?" "Well. boss told me to go home." "Whatever." "Maybe he did, maybe he didn't." "But you weren't at fucking home." "So where the fuck were you?" "I was at th e g rosery store wi th n o si g n al, al I ri g h t?" "When I got the signal." "I got the call." "What the fuck do you want from me?" "Was I there or was I not there?" "Billy." "Billy." "Yeah?" "Yeah?" "You know what I thought today?" "What's that?" "Who didn't show up today is the rat." "Yeah?" "So?" "And you never been late in your life." "When I called you  I mad e a mi sta ke." "I gave you the wrong address but you showed up at the right one didn't you?" "Tel I me wh y I d i d n ' t tel I n o bod y, h u h?" "Tel I me wh y." "Th at cop was tou g h." "We were excessive with the cop." "He ' s d ead." "I ' m g oi n g h ome." "Your guys should not have done that." "one of us had to die." "With me it tends to be the other guy." "But Queenan." "Now I g ot n o access." "You killed the guy who had the info." "Dignam's gone." "Forget about him." "He resigned." "1 don't give a fuck about Dignam." "He put in his papers, Frank." " He I ef t." "I d on ' t kn ow wh ere h e i s." "Don't get your balls in an uproar." "Collie." "That Irish pissant he's so hot for me, we give him a wh i f f of my ass, h e ' I I crawl ri g h t i n i t." "L et 's give him a whiff." ".1 will." " Don ' t worry." "I ' I I ta ke care of i t." "Sweetheart." "You're giving me a hard-on." "Are you sure it's me?" "Not al I th at tat k a bou t wh i f f i n g an d crawl i n g u p asses?" "Watch your fucking mouth." "No." "You watch it." "Let me straighten you out." "I tried to call you a few times." "I kn ow." "Listen." "I can't be a friend to you." "I ' m sorry." "Yeah  I kn ow." "Yeah." "You called this number on a d ead g u y' s p h on e." "Who are you?" "So it is you." "Well. thank God you're all right." "We were very worried." "Who are you?" "This is Sergeant Sullivan." "I'm taking over Queenan's unit." "Let me tat k to Di g n am to con f i rm i t." "Staff Sergeant Dignam is on a leave of absence." "He's very upset." "We're all very upset." "I think the best thing would be for vou to come in." "We need you to come in." "Can you come in?" "We *11 meet" "Police confirm the bodv of the man found dead in the Fenwav marshes vesterdav is that of Hmothv Delahunt, an Undercover policeman for... .--the citv of Boston." "This was the scene vesterdav... .--when Delahunt 's bodv was found in the marshes near the Fenwav." "Ws for who did this or whv  that 's something police are working on right now." "1 don't believe it." "What can't you believe?" "I sp en t al I f u c ki n g n i g h t d rag g i n g th e p oor bastard i n th ere." "Tel I me h ow th ey f ou n d h i m so f ast." "Somebody walking a f u c ki n g d og i n th ree f eet of mu d?" "What kind of fucking si z e of d og i s th at?" "Must have been a big fucking dog. man." "I sp en t al I f u c ki n g n i g h t d oi n g i t. man." "I ' m em barracked." "I still don't believe he was a cop." "I don't believe it." "The cops are saying he's a cop  so I won ' t I oo k f or th e cop." "Are you soft, Fitz?" "When I tell you to dump a bod y i n th e marsh you dump him in the marsh." "Not wh ere some g u y f rom John Hancock goes every Thursday to get a f ucking blowjob!" "Don ' t I au g h!" "Th i s ai n ' t real i ty TV!" "Proceed." "Vfhat?" "Yeah." "You got a tail." "Two cars." "Not very subtle." "Th ey' re n ot g on n a be su btl e f rom n ow on." "That's what I've been trying to say." "So get rid of them." "There's no need for you to go yourself, Frank." "G et ri d of th e f u c ki n g tai I!" "AI I ri g h t." "Fucking rats." "I t ' s wears n g me th i n." "Francis. it's a nation of fucking rats." "Stop, stop." "Pull them off Costello." "There's no need to surveil him." "What are you saying?" "1 got it from an undercover." "He kn ows h e ' s bei n g f ol I owed." "So let the UC take him in." "undercover?" "1:1 u een an ' s g u y." "He cat I ed wh en h e f ou n d ou t (:1 u een an d i ed." "I ' m ru n n i n g h i m." "You give him to me." "No." "I can give you Costello's destination." "You know where he's going?" "Yes." "And what he's doing." "G et ri d of th e tai I, get Special Ops on standby." "We'II take this prick tonight." " Let ' s g o." "Now." "AI I u n i ts f al I bac k." "AI I u n i ts f al I bac k." "I t ' s th e wared ou se h e own s over on Sheffield." "He's gutta have a container or a truck or cometh i n g th ere." "G o." "Load i t." "Frank. how do you know you don't have a tail. huh?" "Were you not in the fucking car?" "Yeah, what if they took one off an d th ey p u t an 0th er on e on?" "Load." "G o, g o!" "C ome on, what are you waiting for?" "Frank wants me to check the back." "You go ahead." "Watch your fucking back." "Move out!" "Go on!" "C oc ksu c kers." "M 0th erf u c ki n g sh i t!" "M 0th erf u c ki n g...!" "Back the fuck up!" "Th ey f u c ki n g sh ot me." "G et d own!" "C ome on, f u c ki n g bastard s!" "Fuck it." "How th e f u c k d i d th i s h ap p en?" "You're an FBI informant?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "G row u p," "O f cou rse I tat k to th e FBI." "Do th ey kn ow wh o I am?" "I never gave up anybody who wasn't going down anyway." "No bod y kn ows n 0th i n g." "Frank." "Frank." "Frank." "Do th ey kn ow a bou t me?" "I know about you." "Collie." "You know I'd never give you up." "You're like a" "What?" "Like a son?" "To you?" "Is that what this is about?" "AI I th at mu rd eri n g an d f u c ki n g, an d n o son s." "Fucking rat prick!" "Frank?" "Yeah?" "Who's this?" "G wen?" "Where the hell's Frank?" "Frank got shot." "Gwen, we lost Frank." "I g ot h i m!" "I g ot C ostel I o h ere!" "Hey, g ood j o b, sarg e." "No. i t ' s...." "For you." "'Fhank you." "No." "Thank you." "He ' s been wai ti n g h ere a long time for you." "How'd you get him without the files?" "C al I er I D on (:1 u een an ' s p h on e." "You know that guy?" "Yeah." "We were classmates i n th e aced emy tog eth er." "Good to see you, trooper." "Yeah." "colin Sullivan." "We spoke on the phone." "Yeah." "So." "Now. how long were you undercover?" "Lon g ti me." " Lon g f u c ki n g ti me." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Well." "I can't even tell you the debt...." "I just want you to know 1'11 be recommending you for the Medal of Merit." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "Th at ' s ki n d of I i ke a g ol d star arou n d h ere, h u h?" "I t ' s th e h i g h est h on or we g ot." "Loo k, I j u st wan t my i d en ti ty bac k, al I ri g h t?" "Th at ' s al I." "AI I ri g h t." "1 understand." "You hanna be a cop again." " No. n o." "Being a cop's not an identity." "I wan t my i d en ti ty bac k." "Check your computer." "Go on." "You'll have to excuse my behavior." "M y on I y con tact i n th e I ast si x mon th s h as been a p ol i ce sh ri n k." "How's that working for you?" "I s i t h el p f u I?" "What are you donna do a bou t C ostel I o ' s rat i n th i s bu i I d i n g?" " I ' m g on n a f i n d th e p ri c k." "Yeah." "I ' m g on n a f i n d h i m." "I ' m g on n a arrest h i m." "G ood." "Anything you can do to help me...." "You know, I mean, did Frank ever mention a name--?" "You know, anything." "Someone he was in contact with." "Anything you can give me." "I ' m al I d on e bei n g a cop. al I ri g h t?" "I j u st wan t my mon ey an d I wan n a g o h ome." "AI I ri g h t." "Th at ' I I be the best thing for everybody." "Fair enough." "I just, I can't get into your file unless I have your password." "I t ' s my n ame." "William Costigan Jr." "They gave it to me in case I had to explain myself to someone like you." "It's your name." "AI I ri g h t." "Fucking unreal. (hat-- Well. makes a lot of sense." "Listen, Bill, I gutta run this i n th e 0th er room." "Th i s comp u ter ' s g etti n g al I f ri g g i n g bl ooey on me." "Give me two minutes. 1'11 have you out of here in no time." "AII right, everything checks out, so let's get you paid." "I kn ow." "I kn ow." "I ' m n ot-- I ' m n ot h ere f or th at. o hay?" "I ' m n ot" "Listen." "I've cotta give you something." "Something I need you to keep." "For me." "O key?" "What is it?" "'Fhis is for you to hold." "Only you." "You open this if something happens to me or if I call you and I tell you to open it." "You're the only person I can tru st. al I ri g h t?" "Please." "AI I ri g h t." "l-ook, I'm sorry to even" "I'm sorry to even show up here like this. you know?" "I " " Th ere ' s j u st n o on e el se I could give it to." "Th ere ' s n o on e el se." " I ' m real I y sorry." "You know." "I have...." "Whatever you have to say  th i n k a bou t i t real h ard, al I ri g h t?" "If you still hanna tell me, you tell me in two weeks, okay?" "I was d reams n g I was d ead." "Death i s h ard." "Li f e i s mu ch east er." "What's this?" "0 p en i t." "Really?" "Yeah." "Really?" "Yeah." "An d th ey say th at th i s I i ttl e sp ec k  i s a p en i s." "I t ' s a boy." "Yeah, well, on e u su al I y f ol I ows th e 0th er." "Can you still...?" "I hope I won 't have to remind vou-.." ".--that if vou don 't find this cheese-eating rat bastard in your department... .--vou can assume it won 't be me who pave for it." "Now, whv would vou have to remind me of that?" "Would 1--?" "Would I be anv good at what I do if I didn 't fucking already know that?" "Frank, vou cotta trust me." "I can get the rat." "You jus t go tta let me do it m y wa p Frank." "Just let me do it." "L et me do what I do." "Hev, it fucking involves Iring and I'm pretty fucking good at that." "Right?" "What?" "What?" " We got a cop in mv crew." " Yeah, I know." "I'm kind of getting that feeling too." "He 's one of Yours." "Inside." " You seen anything?" "Frank." "I got no access to Queenan 's undercover files." "He and Dignam run the snitches." "I'm doing mv-- -'Y'ou know what, I thought I was the liar." "Hey." "I can explain that!" "Costello recorded everything." "He p u t al I th e tap es i n a box an d kep t th em with his lawyer." "That was his insurance." "His lawyer came to me." "Imagine that. you rat fuck." "Costello trusted me more than anyone." "Sound quality good enough?" "Because I was a little worried." "What do you want?" "1 told you I want my identity back you two-faced faggot." "AII right, where are you?" "'Fhree o'clock." "Where Queenan died." "You keep your cell on." "O p en th e d oor." "O p en " " Di d n ' t we al read y tat k a bou t th i s?" "Th i s i s my j o b." "Freeze!" "Get your fucking hands up!" " Hey!" "Put the fucking gun down!" "Put the gun down. all right?" "I came here to talk some sense into you." " Han d s!" "lust act professional." "1 can get you your money." "What did you say?" "1 can get you your money." "You didn't come here to talk. all right?" "You came here to get arrested." "You got fucking tapes?" "Of what?" "C ostel I o was my i n f organ t." "I was a rat?" "Fuck you!" "Prove it." "He was wor ki n g f or me." "He was my i n f organ t." "Shut your fucking mouth." "C ome on, g et u p!" "What is this. a citizen's arrest?" "Blow me. all right?" "Only one of us is a cop here, Bill." "You understand that, Bill?" "No one knows you." "shut the fuck up!" "I ' m a serg ean t i n th e M assach u seats State Police." "Who the fuck are you?" "1 erased you!" "You erased me. huh?" "Yeah. go ahead. shoot a cop." "Einstein." "Watch what happens." "Th i s bu I I et wou I d go right through your fucking head!" "Watch what happens!" "What. so you can get the parade. huh?" "The bagpipes and bullshit?" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you, I'm fucking arresting you!" "'Fhat's the stupidest thing you could do." "shut the fuck up!" "I could give a fuck i f th e ch arg es d on ' t sti c k." "I'm still fucking arresting you." "G et u p." "Drop your weapon and step away from Sergeant Sullivan." "I called you." "You specifically." "Look:" "You know who I am." "I'm not donna shoot." "I told you to meet me downstairs." "Put your weapon on the deck and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!" "Where's Dignam?" "I told you to bring Dignam!" "Shoot this motherfucker!" "Would you fucking shoot!" "Drop your weapon." "We'II discuss it." " Loo k. h e ' s C ostel I o ' s rat. al I ri g h t?" "I got boxes of tapes!" "Evidence!" "Other documents proving it!" "Maybe you do." "But right now I need you to d rop th e weep on!" "I have evidence cold-linking th i s p ri c k to C ostel I o, al I ri g h t?" "Would you shoot this fucking prick!" "'Y'ou know who I am." "You know who I am." "shoot this fucking prick." "I ' m ta ki n g h i m d own stat rs n ow." "You know who I am." "Shut up." "I can't wait to see you explain this to a Suffolk County jury you fucking cocksucker." "Th i s i s g on n a be f u c ki n g f u n." "J u st f u c ki n g ki I I me." "J u st f u c ki n g ki I I me." "I am killing you." "Did you think you were the only one h e h ad on th e i n si d e?" "C ostel I o was g on n a set I u s to th e FBI." "It's you and me now, you understand?" "We cotta take care of each other." "you understand?" "Give me that." "Right." "Slow." "March." "I attempted to subdue Trooper Barrigan at which time he drew down on me, and I was able to squeeze off one shot... .--and strike him in the head." ".4 t that time I immediately checked the vitals on b0th Troopers Brown and Costigan and discovered that they had expired." "I j u st wan n a g o on record." "I'm recommending William Costigan f or th e M ed al of M eri t." "Eternal rest grant unto him." "O Lord." "Ready?" "An d I et p erp etu al I i g h t sh i n e u p on h i m." "Fold." "M ay h e rest i n p eace." "Amen." "M ay h i s sou I an d th e sou I s  of al I th e f ai th f u I d ep acted, th rou g h th e mercy of G od, rest i n p eace." "Amen." "Detail." "Half left." "Face." "Prepare to fire." "Fire." "Prepare to fire." "Fire." "Prepare to fire." "Fire." "Detail." "Half right." "Face." "1'11 catch up with you guys." "What about the baby?" "Hi. p u p." "O kay." "( E NG L I SH!"