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Driver's name is Arthur Shea.

Former Medford police
officer 57 years old.

Soon as his partner
leaves with the coal bag...

...Artie cracks The Herald, and he
don't look up till the guy gets back.

Marty MacGuire, Cummins Armored courier:

5'10" 220, 52 years old.

Picks up every Wednesday
and Friday at exactly 8:12.

Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9.

And he's about to get robbed.

We're fucked if we see a helicopter,
we're fucked if we see SWAT.

We see a cruiser, stop, take out
the engine blocks, keep moving.

No one needs to get hurt.

Now, these guards like
to test you, though.

They want to get hurt for $10
an hour, don't get in the way.

Let's go.

Move!

All right, now getaway from the counter!

Go! Go! Go! Everybody away!

Back against the wall.

You! Away from the computer!

- Give me the fucking key!
- Back up! Back! Go! Go!

- Get up! Get up!
- Get the fucking door!

Get on the ground!

- Get down on the ground.
- Get your fucking ass on the ground!

Move! Go, go, go, go!

- On the floor!
- I need everybody's BlackBerrys.

- Everybody on the floor.
- Slide your BlackBerrys up.

Take off your fucking shoes!

BlackBerrys to the front!
Slide your fucking phones up.

- The fuck you looking at?
- Take your shoes off.

Get the cash drawers. Let's go.

- Take off your fucking shoes!
- Take off your shoes.

Bank manager, let's
go. Get up. Let's go.

Get up, come on, get up. Let's go.

Not you. You. Get up. Let's go. Come on.

- You trying to be a hero?
- Jesus Christ!

- When's the time lock set for?
- 9:00.

Don't lie to us, it's 8:15.

Listen, it's not your money. You
understand? Don't lie to us again.

Hey, sweetheart, in the corner. Get
in the corner. You too, brother-man.

Go. Go.

No distress call. Open it clean.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Don't stall,

This guy a fucking friend of yours?

Let's go!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Take your time, okay?

Breathe. Go.

Okay, get back. Get out of the way.

Front door.

- Hello.
- Front door.

Hey, you guys open?

We gotta go.

Let's go. Let's bleach it up.

- Go, go, go.
- Let's bleach it up.

- Come on, let's go. We gotta go.
- Hold it. Silent alarm, this address.

- Who did it?
- Look, nobody did anything.

- What? Huh? What'd you say?
- Nobody did anything.

- You pull the alarm?
- No. No.

- Did you?
- I didn't pull any alarm.

We were leaving, you
motherfucker! You fuck!

Easy, easy. That's enough.

- All right? Easy.
- You fuck!

You fucker. We were
out the door, you fuck.

Let's go.

Where's your purse?

What the fuck is this?

The cops get us walled
in, we're gonna need her.

Sit down. Go.

Head for the boulevard.

You're gonna be okay.

All right? No one's gonna hurt you.

What's up?

Boosted a city work van. Which
still hasn't been reported stolen.

Probably too busy working.

Used the van to screen the door.

Bleached the entire place for DNA.

Kills all the clothing fiber,
so we can't get a match.

Silent bell came from cage number two.

Assistant manager's at Beth Israel.

Our guys waited for the
time lock to expire...

...then they had the
manager open sesame.

Under duress?

I don't know.

Ten foot steel safe.

Only as strong as the guy with the key.

Found the dye packs and the tracers.

Found the van, Torched.

- Where is it?
- Where do you think?

- Nice to be back home, Dino?
- Yeah.

It's all the love I get makes
the homecoming feel so warm.

Could be 50 people here
eyewitnessed these guys.

And 50 hands on a bible
saying they never saw nothing.

Well, it's a pro job.

All the pro guys I know are away...

...so I guess we got new pro guys.

The part of the job where
we get to do something...

...that has no point and
yields no results. Excuse me.

Anybody see who lit this van on fire?

Is that where we are now?

Where's Jem?

Stopped on the way to light
a couple house tires...

...stick up a liquor
store, maybe, I don't know.

- Are we taking hostages now?
- No, we're not taking hostages now.

- You gonna talk to this fucking
asshole? - For one thing- -

Hey.

Speak of the fucking devil.

You made it.

- Take the scenic route?
- We got a problem.

- What?
- Well, look.

So what?

- What's the matter?
- Let me see that.

- Fuck.
- Oh, shit.

- See the address on that?
- Bitch lives four blocks away.

Yeah, I know where we are, Gloans. Fuck.

We gonna see this bitch
on the street every day?

She didn't see anything.

Jesus, are you sure?

- Taking her for a ride didn't help.
- Yeah.

Oh, fuck. All right.
I'm gonna handle it.

How you gonna handle this?

I'm gonna stalk her like a
fucking A car, we'll find out.

- Find out what?
- If she needs to get scared.

- She's already scared.
- Well, maybe not scared enough.

Thanks, Kathy.

Ms. Keesey. Special Agent Adam
Frawley, Violent Crimes and Robbery.

Derek here is gonna take
some elimination prints.

I see you've given a
preliminary statement.

I want to talk to you
about your abduction.

Okay.

I understand they threatened you.

One of them took my license.

And did you try to escape at any point?

No.

Is there anything you can identify
about the men? Anything you'd testify to?

I didn't try to escape
because they had guns.

I understand.

Then they just let you go?

- Yeah. They just let me go.
- Thanks.

When someone endures an
experience like this...

...there are very
often residual effects.

It's gonna be okay.

Did they say anything?

"if you talk to the FBI, we'll come to
your house and fuck you and kill you."

Are you gonna take care of it?

- I'll do it.
- Why are you gonna do it?

You're the reason we're
having this conversation.

- I'm gonna get it done.
- What are you gonna get done? Huh?

You get picked up for
intimidating a witness.

You walk within 100 feet of
her, that's 10 years. Okay?

You got two strikes against you already.
They're gonna bury you under the jail.

How much money's in the sack?

All right, we got 90 a pop.

Minus what I had to
shave off for the Florist.

Hey, Jem, what happened
with the assistant manager?

Yeah. Well, next time Skeletor
comes in the bank with an AK...

...I think he's gonna think twice
about hitting that alarm, isn't he?

He's lucky he just got tuned up.

Are you gonna catch them?

Yes.

This is the FBI. We're
not completely inept.

In fact...

...l know where they are.

Three hundred and seventy bank
robberies in Boston last year.

More per capita than
anywhere else in the world.

The guys like this, hardcore
guys, pros, 90 percent of them...

...emanate from a one-square-mile
neighborhood called Charlestown.

- Familiar with it?
- You must be kidding me.

First thing B.P.D. does when
there's an armored-car robbery?

- Close the Charlestown Bridge.
- And he's from Charlestown.

They use each other's yards,
houses. They're like rats.

They ditch us pretty quick.

Heisting banks is a
trade in Charlestown.

The way villages in old Europe
used to be known for certain crafts.

In the town, it's
banks and armored cars.

I don't understand it, but it makes it
easier when you know which bridge to close.

Quinlan will set you up with a detail.

Meantime, if there's anything your
witness specialist can't do for you ....

You got nothing to worry about.
We're gonna find these guys.

- Hi, how you doing?
- Good. How are you?

- Good. Come in.
- Nice to see you.

- Good to see you.
- How have you been?

- Good. Come in and have a seat.
- Thanks, Margie,

- Can I get you guys anything?
- We're tine. Thank you.

- Okay, well, Mike'll be right out.
- Terrific.

Really done well for himself.

Yeah.

He got good money for
that place in the town.

Why does anybody move to Saugus?

It's gonna take us an hour to
get over the Portagee Slide.

Yep.

Jesus.

This shit with the Florist
is getting old, man.

I'm investing in a marquee score.

All right? So we gotta
make a few payments.

Fuck making payments to him.

Hey, let me give you some advice.

Money don't care where
it came from, all right?

The guy's a fucking
Lucky Charms Irishman...

...who can't find no
one to sell his AKs to...

...so he's selling narcotics,
trying to be the boss.

You didn't seem to care when you
were dropping 2 grand a week...

...on monsters and yay, did you?

Look, there's a difference between a
dealer and a straight killer, all right?

So he dropped a few
Dominicans. What, are you picky?

Hey, guys.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hey, Mike.

- Here you go, guys.
- Hey.

Here you go.

- Hundred G's?
- That's right.

Look at this.

- Like a newborn baby. All right.
- That's it.

- Take care, guys.
- All right. Good to see you, Mike.

- Looking good.
- All right.

- Hundred pounds.
- Hundred grand.

There you go.

- Green money.
- All right.

- Be smart, brother. We'll see you.
- Thanks. Thank you.

- Hey, Rusty. How you doing?
- Hey, Jem. What's up? How are you?

Fergie. Kid's here.

Hey, Fergie.

- Here you go.
- How's it going, son?

All right. You run that
under the sink, all right?

Trust me.

All right. Good to see you.

Take it easy, man. Good to see you.

Now it's time for the fun part.

What's going on, pal?

What up?

Hey, there he is.

- Boom.
- Sober Jackson.

- What's up?
- Hey, hey. Krista's here.

Go on, tell the story.

Dougy, sit down. I'm trying to tell
these motherfuckers about your father.

The feds will never understand
the guy who's facing 40 years,

Gonna give him the opportunity to walk
soot-free if he gives up his friends.

He tells them, "Suck a
dick. Give me the 40."

"Fucking suck a dick."

Yeah, well, here's to Big Mac.

Doing his time like a man.

- That's right.
- Last crew in Charlestown.

I'm gonna get a tonic, I guess.

All right. Get me an
umbrella for my beer.

Let me get a Shirley Temple
with an extra cherry, please.

Poor fucking sober bastard.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Juice?

Yeah. Juice.

Do you want some
snappers to go with that?

- What are you doing?
- I was just playing,

Fuck.

My drink.

Heard you got in a tight, Kris.

Do I look like I got in a fight?

I don't know. Let me see.
They pull your hoop out?

That's right.

The Jamaican started it.

"The Jamaican started
it." What Jamaican?

Fucking Somalian started talking
shit when I was with my daughter.

You were with Shyne?

Tonya was with us. And Cheryl too.

- The other girl was by herself?
- Yeah.

All they see are yuppies down here.

They think there's no more serious
white people in Charlestown.

So they can fucking talk shit? No.

You didn't say nothing to her first?

I said something after I
slapped the black off her face.

- Right, yeah.
- Fuck.

Well, do you miss it?

Fucking coke and Oxy and all
that shit? Yeah, I miss it.

You know what I miss?

The fucking grip I used
to get on your armrest.

We smoked it to the filter, right?

- So have one beer.
- Jimmy.

- One beer ain't gonna kill you, right?
- Drink my beer for me real quick.

- And one for me.
- One for you? Yeah.

Dougy.

Dougy.

Doug.

Motherfucker, I know you can hear me.

You know I got a key, Dougy.

Come on in.

Too fucking busy, huh?

Come on, Dougy.

What's up, Kris?

There you go.

That's what you want, right?

- Yeah.
- Is that what you want?

Say you love it.

Good night.

/Tn grateful to be here today.

I started out with alcohol,
and, you know, right away...

...went to cocaine and smoking crack.

Growing up in Charlestown in, you
know, a small-knit community...

We were protected.

My friends were really like my family.

Fm ashamed of the things
I done when Fm out there.

I don't know where I
learned these things.

Seven years went by, and I'd
watch Christmas, birthdays...

I didn't know what my son looked like.

Make a fast buck if we had to...

...that progressed into
getting arrested, and ....

The struggle that you have within
yourself the loss, you know what I mean?

The disappointment in yourself The anger
that turns into disappointment. The despair

It's like the guy sitting in
the bar, and a priest walks in.

The guy says, "Hey, wait a minute.

I hate to tell you this, don't waste your
time, but I happen to know there's no God."

The priest says, "Yeah, how's that?"

The guy says, "l was an
explorer in the North Pole.

I got caught in a blinding storm
once. Freezing. I was blinded.

Freezing to death. And I prayed,
"If there's a God, save me now"

Now, God didn't come."

And the priest says, you know, "How's
that? You're alive. He must've saved you."

He says, "God never showed up.

An Eskimo came along, Took me
back to his camp and saved me."

That's Janice. She's my wife
and she's sitting right there,

She's my Eskimo.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

Excuse me?

Are you doing laundry?

Huh?

E just wondered if you had
any change. The machine is out.

- Can't help you. Sorry.
- Okay.

I can just hang them up when I get home.

You all right?

I'm fine. I'm just...

Are you sure?

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you.
- I'm fine, yeah.

Well, this is embarrassing.

No, you got nothing
to be embarrassed for.

Do you need help?

I'm just having a bad week.

I understand.

I like to have a good
cry at the nail salon.

Just open right up to the ladies.
They're very understanding.

But, you know, you like the
Laundromat, so that's fine.

Hey, why don't you
let me buy you a drink.

Make up for letting you
down with the quarters.

You know, see if we can
turn your week around.

What's the worst that could happen?

FBI! Open the door

Open the door!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking cocksucker. Get off him.

Jesus Christ, Henry.

Oxy, guns?

It's like townie Christmas.

Minimum federal sentencing, 10 years.

You're gonna need a friend.

And she ain't it.

Great girl, though. She
really loves you, I can tell.

Good news for you is you have
an alibi for the Cambridge job.

The good news for me is I bet
you know something about it.

Everyone does trucks.

These guys beat the alarm for the vault.

- Yeah?
- it's what I heard.

A kid, he gets into the junction box.

- This is nice.
- Yeah, it's a good place.

A guy I played hockey with for a
long time is one of the managers here.

Oh, yeah? That's nice.

So, what do you do for work?

Boston Sand and Gravel.

I break rocks. Punch a ticket
at the end of the day...

...slide down the back of a
brontosaurus like Fred Flintstone.

Call it a night.

- Can I ask you something?
- You sure can.

I volunteer at the Boys &
Girls Club in Charlestown...

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

As a kickball pitcher since they haven't
been able to afford any ice for the rink.

Embarrassing, City won't put
any money into that place.

Yeah, I know. Yeah, well, some of
the kids were calling me a toonie,

It just means a yuppie. Someone who's
not from Charlestown, that's all.

- Of course it does.
- They're just being punks.

- A yuppie.
- Yeah.

So where does the word come from?

It comes from back in the '90s, like...

...the toonies supplied all
the tunes to Charlestown."

...because once they moved in the
townies stole all their car stereos.

So all of a sudden,
everyone in Charlestown...

...had a Blaupunkt in their
car, you know what I mean?

Anyway.

So do your parents still
live in Charlestown?

No. My mother moved away.

My father lives out in the suburbs.

Yeah. He don't get out much.

- No, I mean where did you grow up?
- Marblehead.

Marblehead?

Wow.

Yeah, well, I represent
Marblehead's poor.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah, you were defined by...

...whether or not your family owned a boat.
And, well, my family didn't own a boat.

No boat. How could you
look yourself in the mirror?

It's embarrassing.

- I have a boat.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Well, you would do well in Marblehead.

Yeah, maybe. it's not my
boat, it's my friend's boat.

You should...

...let me take you for a ride sometime.

- I'd love that. Sometime.
- Yeah.

What about right now?

That's the boat. Right there.

Wow,

- Not bad, right?
- Good friends to have.

Here you go. it's the
best cup I could find.

Not too much.

Thank you.

It's nice, right? I told you.

Is this where you take all the girls?

I can honestly tell you I have never
taken another girl here in my entire life.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-
hm. That's the truth.

Hey, what do you know
about bank robbers?

- What's to know?
- You're from Charlestown.

E figured you grew up with some of them.

No, not really. I mean ....

A lot of what they say is
exaggerated. I mean, I...

When I was a kid, uh...

...we used to go to Wizard's ice cream.

It was across from J.J.'s Bar.

That was where all the big
armored-car guys hung out.

And they were like rock stars
in the neighborhood, you know?

Fancy cars. Pretty girls.

And you heard rumors
about the jobs they pulled.

The big houses they had
in Holbrook or Winthrop.

There was a lot of kids
in the ice-cream shop...

...with their noses pressed
against the glass, you know...

...who wanted to be like those guys.

just wanted to play hockey.

Anyway, that's what I
know about bank robbers.

- Hey, Jem. How's it going?
- Hey, B. Can I have a beer? Thanks.

- Oh, shit.
- What up?

- How you doing?
- All right. Sox got rocked.

What's going on?

You, uh, check on that thing?

What?

The license.

- Yeah.
- And?

Nothing. it's a dead end, We're all set.

So no need to remove
her from the equation?

- What?
- You heard me.

What are you, a triggerman now?

Just loose ends, kid.

You're gonna get the fucking electric
chair brought back over to Charlestown.

Don't be so goddamned
panicked, all right, Dig Dug?

Just, you know, I don't wanna
get backdoored, that's all.

- We're fine. All right?
- All right. We're fine.

- Okay.
- We're fine.

They obviously know how to work the box.

But I like the way they zapped
the BPT to the D-5 station.

How does one learn how to do that?

Get a job at Vericom.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

All right, let's subpoena
work logs, employee records.

Start with everybody
who lives in the town.

Go! it.

Ms. Keesey, it's Agent Frawley. I have
follow-up questions about your case.

Is there somewhere we can meet?

Why didn't you tell me
you lived in Charlestown?

It's on my paperwork.

You don't like your sandwich?

It's the unfortunate nagging
suspicion you get as an FBI agent..

...who has put a lot of neighborhood
people in federal prison...

...that someone may
have violated your meal.

Come on, I don't think
anyone would do that.

They throw Tom Fitz off the roof
of Mishawum for cooperating...

...and then stand around and taunt
him while he drowned in his own blood.

So I don't think the lunch
special is out of bounds.

Okay.

They lionize criminals...

...and complain about crime...

...and I'm the bad guy.

This place is one square mile.

You walk into Lewisburg, there's
a hundred townies in there.

Well, I think I'll skip Lewisburg.

Doesn't sound like a fun second date?

If I ask a question, will
you give an honest answer?

It depends on the question.

Am I a suspect?

Would I ask you out if I
thought you were a suspect?

I don't know.

- Would you?
- Not if I wanted a conviction.

I might be seeing someone already.

- What? What is it?
- Stickup.

Chelsea Credit Union.

What would we do without Chelsea?

Anyway, aren't there rules?

Against dating the Vic?
Yeah, there's a rule.

You don't do it.

- There she is.
- Hey.

- All set?
- Yes,

I should have come get
your door for you, huh?

What kind of a guy lets you
open your own door like that?

What?

I have to get something out there...

...otherwise I'll be pretending
to listen to you all night...

...when really I'm thinking
about something else.

Okay.

A few days ago my bank was robbed.

Four men took it over
and opened the safe.

They took me as a hostage.

They blindfolded me and drove me around.

And then they stopped and let
me out over at the beach and ....

And one of the guys told me...

...to walk until I felt
the water on my toes.

It was the longest walk of my life.

I kept thinking I'd step off a cliff.

And then I felt the water.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Anyway, the FBI guy told me it
would feel like I was in mourning.

FBI? You're working with the FBI?

What does that mean?

Guy comes by, checks in on you,
gives you a call? That kind of thing?

Pretty much.

They don't have any suspects? Any
clues? Any leads? Anything like that?

I don't know. Not that they've told me.

He intimated that they
were scouring Charlestown...

...but they were wearing masks, so....

- Shit.
- Mm.

I'm sure I'd recognize their
voices if I heard them again.

I don't know, might be
harder than you think.

At least you weren't hurt.

No.

No, but David was.

My assistant manager, he was assaulted
really badly when the alarm went off.

He's been at Mass Eye
and Ear for a week.

Eye surgery.

And I still haven't
been able to go see him.

I feel like a terrible person.

Then I guess we know where we're going.

Well, you should come in.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you should meet him.

All right.

Oh, hi. Come to my good side.

- Hi.
- Look. You don't look so bad.

- Really?
- Well, you know.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- This is my friend Doug.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. I can almost see you.

So...

...they're hopeful.

Well, "hopeful" means I may recover...

...50 percent of my sight in this eye.

Oh, I just want to get back to work.

I'm gonna give you guys some
privacy. I'll be right outside.

- You heard what happened?
- Huh?

Big takedown robbery.

- Fucking punks laid the guy out.
- Oh, yeah?

It's a good thing you're here.

Those guys could come back.

Yeah.

I lied to the FBI.

What?

When the guy attacked David...

...l could see the back of
his neck and he had a tattoo.

Of what?

It was one of those
Fighting Irish tattoos.

I'm afraid if I report it
they'll make me testify.

What do you think I should do?

Tell the FBI.

If the guy's got a record,
and I'm sure he does...

...they'll have his tattoos on tile.

They'll ring him up the next day.

Robbery, weapons. He'll get 30 years.

Course, they'll worry someone's
gonna come looking for the witness.

The FBI will probably want to put you
in WITSEC, you know, Witness Security.

You know, they'll probably put you
somewhere, like, you know, in Cleveland...

...or Arizona, you know, somewhere safe.

Or...

...you could wait.

You have a card.

There's nothing says you
gotta play it right away.

You're the one who's vulnerable
in this situation right now.

The FBI are just
people like anyone else.

They wanna find the bad guy so they
can go home and nuke their supper.

You have to look out
for yourself, Claire.

Quite an expert.

Not really.

Just watch a lot of TV.

I watch a lot of CSI.

So I'm a really big
expert on all this. I know.

And Miami CSI and New York CSI.

All of them, I watch.

You'll be well-prepared.

And Bones.

Do we know each other well enough for me

to say that this truck is a little much?

It's my work truck.

If you have problems with your
Prius I can throw it in the back.

How did you know I had a Prius?

Took a guess. I mean, it
just seemed like a toonie car.

- Why, do you really have a Prius?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- I had a Prius.

- It got vandalized, of course.
- What happened?

Doesn't matter. Now I'm forced to
walk a mile through the projects.

- There were these guys and they started ....
- What?

I'm not sure if it was the same
guys who trashed my car, but...

They started getting, you know...

it started with yelling
when I walked by...

...and then it got
really aggressive and ....

What were they doing?

Once glass bottles
started getting thrown...

...I started coming to terms with not being
cool enough to walk through the projects.

They threw bottles at you?

I'm fine. I just have to,
you know, go the long way.

That's all. It doesn't matter.

No. You just have to
live with it, I guess.

You remember what they look like?

- I need your help.
- I can't tell you what it is...

...you can never ask me about it
later, and we're gonna hurt some people.

Whose car are we gonna take?

Kenny with the white nose.

- Hey, what's good, man?
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- I hope you here to buy something.

You roll up on a nigga, "Kenny
with the white nose" like that.

Well, we ain't here
to play fucking Xbox.

- Yeah.
- Wanna buy some dope, Kenny.

- Cheap, shitty dope.
- Yeah? Okay.

- He sells no other kind.
- Let me go find my box.

- I'll be right back, okay?
- Appreciate it.

Kenny.

We're in Charlestown.

Worst heroin problem on the East
Coast. Nigga Ken can't find his box.

You ever buy from this clown before?

I bought drugs from electrician
Marty with the white nose.

All right.

Yeah, here we go. I got
just what you need, brother.

- All right, here.
- All right. Looks good to me, baby.

- Thanks, partner.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, um...

...you know them Dominican kids always
starting trouble on Medford Street?

Know what unit they're in?

Townie credit card.

- Who is it?
- Open up.

What the...?

You drinking beers up here, huh? You...

That hurts, right?
Fucking piece of shit.

Huh?

Throw with your left?

- Fuck!
- Oh, shit, that hurts, huh?

- What the fuck?
- That's a bitch, ain't it?

Deal gone south for you motherfuckers.

- Too bad.
- Who the fuck are you?

Shouldn't be up here fucking
selling dope, I guess.

Listen to me, we're
coming back in a week.

- If you're fucking here then...
- Oh, shit.

...this is happening again.

Let's go, we're done.

Hey.

- What'd you do?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

That's my brother. What'd you do to him?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't know? How about now?
- No.

Hey, chill, chill, chill,
man. Chill. Chill, man.

Don't tell me to chill.

- Enough. Let's go.
- What'd you do?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- No?

Soccer. There goes college
soccer, motherfucker.

- Fuck!
- What'd you do?

- No?
- I don't know. Aah!

See my face?

Go tell the cops, all right?

But just remember, I seen yours too.

Fuck.

I can't be up there killing people, man.

Hey, you brought me.

Desmond Elden?

Yeah, works for Vericom. Never
seen the inside of a jail cell.

Most of these guys got no-show
jobs. Take down a truck...

...foreman goes, "Yeah, guy was here
yesterday." He shows us a forged timecard.

Can't play them games at Vericom
because it's a public company.

You don't show up, it's
a recorded sick day.

And Dezzy here, he's got
some interesting sick days.

BankBoston, Cummins Armored,
Arlington Brinks, Cambridge Merchants.

Jesus Christ.

So do your parents still
live in Charlestown?

No, my father finally
made it out to the suburbs,

What about your mother?

I couldn't tell you.
She left when I was 6.

What happened?

She left.

Okay.

Okay.

This sound woke me up.

At first I didn't know what it was.

Sounded like an animal that got trapped.

I never heard a man cry before.

I came downstairs in my underwear.

I see my father in the kitchen.

First thing I remember was the ashtray.

Must have been a hundred
cigarettes in there.

Ash like a little mountain.

He stopped crying...

...was just sitting there watching
TV on a little black-and-white.

No sound.

I think he just didn't
know what else to do.

He looked at me standing there
in the doorway in my Underoos.

He said, "Your mother left.
She's not coming back."

Just like that.

Smoking cigarettes and eating
a TV dinner at 6 in the morning.

We lost our dog the year before...

...and I wanted to make these posters...

...in case my mother was lost...

...someone could call us...

...like the guy who found our dog.

To this day my father will tell you he
helped me make them posters, but he didn't.

Sat in the kitchen, drank a case of
beer while I went out on School Street...

...asking people if
they'd seen my mother.

Her name was Doris.

My grandmother had a place that's
a restaurant in Tangerine, Florida.

So I used to imagine maybe
that's where she went.

Then I came to terms with the fact
that doesn't really matter, you know?

Wherever she went, she had
a good reason to leave here.

She didn't wanna be my mother anymore...

...and she wasn't coming back.

And now you know a little
bit about my family...

...but I'm still not
showing you my apartment.

How bad can it be?

Oh, yeah.

Desmond Elden.

Systems tech at Vericom, 22 years old.

Albert Magloan. Only in Boston
is a guy named Albert Magloan.

Mr. Magloan never met
a car he couldn't boost.

The kind of talented individual...

...that can start your Cherokee for you
while you're still looking for your keys.

James Coughlin. Father was killed
in prison, mother died of HIV.

Shot Brendan Leahey by the cemetery
behind Mishawum when he was 18.

Pled it out. When the judge asked him why
he did it, he said, "I didn't like the kid."

Served nine years for manslaughter.

These guys plan and execute with
sophistication and discipline.

And that is not our boy Coughlin.

We think the architect is this guy,
Coughlin's best friend, Doug MacRay.

Lives in the same house,
dated Coughlin's sister...

...who most likely mules for the Florist,
who used to employ MacRay's father.

You need a fucking Venn
diagram for these people.

Mac Sr. got life for the Nashua job,
which most of you should remember.

Hijacked a bread truck
up to New Hampshire...

...one of the guards saw his face...

...so they executed both of
them with their own weapons.

Big Mads legacy is now no A car
driver is allowed to leave the cab...

...even if there's a gun
to his partner's head.

MacRay did eight months for going
over the counter at a BayBank...

...with a nail gun after he
washed out from pro hockey.

- Pro hockey?
- Yeah, he was a big deal for a minute.

Got drafted, went to camp,
and here's the shocker:

Started making trouble,
fighting with guys.

- Don't they pay you to tight in hockey?
- No, not the guys on your own team.

MacRay came home, got
into the family business.

Same song, got into OxyContin.

Hockey ship sailed with the narcotics.

Now, we are a long way
away from a grand jury here.

We'll never get 24-hour surveillance...

...unless one of these
idiots converts to Islam.

So we build the case.

All right, let's get to work.

So I've been telling
all my friends about you.

- Oh, yeah? All good, I hope.
- Yeah.

Eh.

- Oh, yeah.
- They say they're overcome with jealousy.

They can't believe your luck.

You moved to Charlestown, hooked
up with a rock-breaking townie.

No.

They just think it's a rebound.

A rebound from what, the robbery?

I don't know.

I feel estranged from them somehow.

What? Why do you look like that?

- My brother died on a day like this.
- When was this?

He was little. He had lymphoma.

So now on really sunny days I
always think of someone dying.

That's wrong, isn't it?

No.

I'm sure he'd be glad
you're thinking about him.

This is a good day.

I'm having a good time.

Good.

Then you'll miss me while I'm gone.

Money, bitch.

Pop.

What the fuck you doing here? Huh?

- Nothing.
- Nothing? What's this?

- Who are you here with, huh?
- No one.

- Let's get out of here.
- You're telling me this is yours?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? Fucking Hawaiian pizza?

- Sit down.
- Let's hit the road.

- I gotta go.
- Sit the fuck down. Just sit down.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Claire.

- I'm Jem.
- Jim?

Jem. Jem. it's just Jem, yeah.

I'm a friend of this loser right here.

- Nice to meet you.
- Sit down, sit down, relax. All right?

So I saw your fucking Avalanche
parked around the corner, so ....

The Avalanche?

- Truck.
- Fucking truck. His work truck right there.

- Dougy's quite the worker.
- Yeah.

Have you two known each
other a longtime or.,.?

Since we were 6. We're
like brothers. Right?

But he's never mentioned
a word about you.

The secrets with this
one, you know, huh?

Did you say your name was Jim or Jem?

It's Ji... Je... Well,
it's both, actually.

Teachers, when we were
growing up, used to always say:

"Hey, you can have this
one. He's a real gem."

So I guess it kind of stuck.

Whatever. I don't know.

So, what do you do for
yourself there, Claire?

Oh, I work at a bank.
I'm a bank manager.

You're a bank manager?
Sounds fun. What bank?

Cambridge Merchants. Just over there.

Cambridge Merchants. Wait, that's the
one that just got robbed, isn't it?

It got robbed, yeah. It did, yeah.

I read about that. it's crazy.

So then how is it that you two met?

Um ....

We met at a Laundromat.

Okay.

Love among the bleach, right?

Hey, it happens more than you think.

Hey, Claire, don't get too used
to your life of leisure here.

Dougy here, he's a real
workaholic, you know.

He's always taking
his work home with him.

Aren't you?

- All right.
- All right, brother.

Take care of yourself,
all right? Be good.

I'll see you at home.
It was nice to meet you.

You too.

Well, I guess you haven't been
telling all your friends about me.

Who you following, Jem? Me or her?

I told you, I made the Avalanche.

Nothing to worry about.
it's all under control.

Oh, so you're trying
to get us jammed up?

- Is that it?
- I'm trying to get you jammed up.

Tell me you got a move here, Dougy.

Because the only way I see it is you
got sprung like a goddamn bear trap...

...on some toonie pussy who happens
to be the one goddamn person... Fuck!

The one person that can
give us to the fucking feds.

Calm down, all right?

Don't you think we need
to be smart right now?

- Smart?
- Yeah.

Let's start fucking all
the witnesses. All right?

Yeah, I'm blowing the assistant
manager. Am I smart now? Huh?

And no, I didn't tell the other guys,
only because they'd flip the fuck out.

And I want them fucking
ready for the next thing.

I told you, the next
fucking thing's not ready.

Then make it ready.

I don't like the guards on
the next thing, all right?

One kid is like fucking G.l. Joe.

He wears the vest on the outside, tucks
his pants into his fucking combat boots.

The truck's fucking waist-high.

We'll End another truck with a driver...

...who's a fucking fat kid with
his fucking shit untucked...

- ...who don't think he's Special Forces.
- Yeah?

All right, look, I know you're
happy in Fuck City over there...

...but I waited nine years in
Walpole for you, motherfucker.

Just nine years, that's all.

I'm done waiting.

This is the last one. We're
hitting pause after this.

You hate prison but you
can't wait to get caught.

We get pinched, remember
whose idea this was, okay?

Be ready on Friday.

Visitors, straight ahead.

- Who you seeing?
- Stephen MacRay.

Twelve.

- Right down there.
- Thanks, Lenny.

You all right? Every time I come
up here now it's the red pajamas.

You still getting in trouble, Dad?

Hey, you know how it
is. Can't take no shit.

You're getting a little old
for that bullshit, aren't you?

Fucking Southie kids.
They wanna run everything.

Listen, you put a year together of good
behavior and get your points down...

...you get classed out
over to Norfolk, Dad.

No one's gonna bother you
there. Nobody tights, you know?

They got fucking Ben &
Jerry's ice cream and shit.

Well, some things you gotta
deal with yourself, you know?

All right.

I'm thinking about taking a trip.

- Going dark for a minute.
- Taking heat?

Nah, just making a change.

Yeah, don't tell me.

"Making a change."

Either you got heat or you don't.

I heard a bread truck got dropped.

Oh, yeah? I didn't hear about it.

Okay.

You got five minutes. Five minutes.

Let me ask you something.

In case I don't see you again.

How come you never...?

How come you never looked for her?

Uh ....

Looked for who?

For Ma.

For my mother. How come
you never looked for her?

How come you never tried to call
nobody or look for her, or ask around?

Look, when your mother left...

...you cried so hard you were
throwing up. All over the parlor.

So I told you if you looked
around you might End her.

Just to give you an activity.

I didn't think you'd carry
it like a fucking disease.

What, you wanna think she was an angel?

Go ahead.

But look out your front door.

How many 22-year-old
girls are out there...

...they're fucking around
with kids they don't want...

...and, you know, no
sense in their heads.

And your mother wasn't no different.

That's the hard truth.

I made my peace with it. You make yours.

I didn't look for her because
there was nothing to ind.

Look, I gotta die five times
before I get out of here...

...but I'll see you again.

This side or the other.

So I saw your picture yesterday.

- Are you sure it was me?
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

- Oh, the Boys & Girls Club?
- Yeah.

It was under a "local heroes" banner.

Yeah. They got a real low
standard for who qualities on that.

Apparently you were drafted.

Yeah. I was slow. And I
couldn't skate backwards.

You're supposed to be able to
skate backwards in pro hockey.

But I could shoot, you know? I could
hit anything with a hockey puck.

But I got drafted and I just didn't
do what it took to make the team.

And when I got a second
chance, I blew that too.

They sent me home and that was it.

I look at that picture and
I see a 20-year-old kid...

...who thinks he's, you
know, got it all figured out.

Right before he's about
to throw it all away.

Hey, I don't wanna rush anything,
but can we go into your room?

Because my uncle the bus driver
lives right across the way...

...and he can see right
into this apartment.

- Yes.
- Okay.

They win the game in overtime.
Then you #flip it oven

Then you go back to Fenway Park.

Then you get another great
ending to another ....

19, we walked through.

Nothing appears disturbed.

In this apartment anyway.

Where the fuck's the truck?

We shut and locked the door burn..

- What happened to 8:45?
- Late is what happened.

Fucking douche bag.

Say your prayers. Here we go.

Here we go.

Gun!

Don't move!

- Go! Go!
- Get back! Get back!

Get out of the way!

Any units In the area,
10-61 In progress.

The call went out!

Fuck.

Get out here, asshole,
I got your friend.

Calm down. Put your gun away,
all right? You're gonna get hurt.

Put that fucking gun down
now. I got you, motherfucker.

Jesus!

You should have stayed
in the truck, cunt.

Let's go!

What the fuck just happened?

Goddamn it, I fucking told you.

Fucking shut the fuck up, all right?

- Fucking knew it.
- Goddamn it!

All right, drive. Just
take it easy, all right?

Take it easy. Drive slow. Drive normal.

- Shit.
- Ah, fuck.

They must have been around the corner.

Driver, turn your engine off.

Hands where I can see them.

Fuck.

Shut the engine off now.
Put your hands in the a...

Hit the engine block!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go to the fucking switch!

Fuck!

How do you like that, motherfucker?

Let's go, let's go!

- it's Dez.
- Let's go, let's go!

Drop it!

Let's go!

Dino.

What?

Close the bridge.

- What?
- Close the fucking bridge.

Alpha 101, Alpha 412, Alpha 407...

.Hen route to the
north end of the bridge.

They're going for the bridge.

Now, that's how you drive a fucking car.

All the DNA in Charlestown.

The fuck was that?

He didn't wanna end up
on the wall at the VFW.

You print the inside of the van?

Frawl, the inside of
the van is a volcano.

Just find something and make it look
like something that looks like a print.

We don't have enough
for a conviction. Fine.

But I need to get them in a room.

Right now, they are burning the money
bands at some bullshit safe house.

All their alibis were
paid for a week in advance,

We're not gonna pull any DNA off
of this or off the switch car.

And that, as they say, is that.

This is the "not fucking around" crew.

Find me something that
looks like a print...

...so I can grab one of these
assholes and shake their tree.

This "not fucking around"
thing is about to go both ways.

Turn around for me, will you?

- 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?"

"Come here, get on the ground,
before I pop your fucking teeth out!"

Come on, read it. Read it all.
There's about five things there.

Uh ....

What is it with you guys in Charlestown?

Don't they teach you how to read?
There's things here. Read them.

I don't wanna read that.
This doesn't sound right.

I'm not asking you, I'm telling
you. Read the pages, please.

I'm trying to make this
sound authenticious.

- You got it all fucked
up. - Authen-what?

Thanks.

- Hey, Dougy, How are you?
- Oh.

How you doing?

Local crime fighter.

What's happening, Dino?

I know your father.

Yeah. Me too.

Got a few years left on his bid.

Yeah, one or two.

I hear they got to the old guy.

Split him up the back.

Fucking animals.

You'd think they'd go
after a younger kid.

I don't know. Making
a statement, I guess.

Townie crews ain't what they used to be.

Dorchester...

...Sou!hie...

...looking to make a move.

Maybe you can change all
that when you get up there.

Let me ask you a question.
What do you call a guy...

...who grows up with a group of
people, gets to know their secrets...

...because they trust him,
and then turns around...

...and use those secrets against
them, put those people in prison?

You'd call him a rat, right?
You know what I call him?

Dino the dago.

Those people made you a
part of that community.

What did they get for it?

Inside of the fucking can.

You know we lifted a
print off the van? Right?

Special Agent Frawley...

"Douglas MacRay.

You and your boys didn't just...

...roll a Star Market over in
Malden for a box of quarters.

No, you decided to bang it out...

...in the North End at 9:00 in
the morning. With assault rifles.

You fucking dummies shot a guard.

Now you're like a half-off sale at
Big and Tall, Every cop is in line.

Fortunately, though, for you...

...this guard, who is
two-thirds to a retard...

...has miraculously clung to life.

Now, if it were up to me...

...and they gave me two
minutes and a wet towel...

...l would personally
asphyxiate this half-wit...

...so we could string
you up on a federal M1...

...and end this story
with a bag on your head...

...and a paralyzing agent
running through your veins.

This isn't fucking townie
hopscotch anymore, Doug.

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.

You're here today so I
could personally tell you...

...that you are going
to die in federal prison.

And so are all your friends.

No deal.

No compromise.

And when that day comes...

...when you start trying to be
my hero collaborator so hard...

...that I have to slap you to
shut up... And it will come...

...despite your pitiable,
misguided, Irish omerta.

when your code of silence
finally gives way...

...to fear of trafficking in cigarettes
to prevent sexual enslavement...

...I just want you to know that it's gonna
be me who tells you to go fuck yourself.

Hey, next time you guys wanna take
pictures of me, just call ahead.

You know, we can do
better than a barbeque.

A calendar shoot. You know?

Maybe topless, Lubed up.

Whatever you guys are into.

FBI car antennas are
half-inch matte black...

...about three-quarters the
way down the rear windshield.

Stacie are pigtailed...

...B.P.D., half and half.

Every peewee in the town knows
what an FBI rear antenna looks like.

So, in the future, if you guys
are gonna try to be slick...

...be slicker
than a 6-year-old.

I gotta get back to work.

Can I go?

Good luck with that print.

Good morning, Cambridge Savings.

Claire Keesey, please.
She's the manager.

Oh, she's no longer working here.

- Since when?
- Friday.

Just get the warrant. Land, cell, e-mail,
fax, Skype. The whole fucking thing.

- Oh, my God, Doug,
- Took me forever trying to pick it out.

- 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?

What are you gonna do?

Uh, I don't know. Volunteer
full-time. Maybe go back to teaching.

I have a little cushion.

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.

Well, where would we go?

Wherever you want. I don't know.

See what we got there.

Doesn't have to be a big thing, you
know? I thought about going down to...

...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?

Frawl.

What is it?

Phone conversation between Claire Keesey
and a burner cell about an hour ago.

See if you can recognize the voice.

Hey, can I come over?
I want to talk to you.

Yeah. Where have you been?

Sorry, I got held up.

Fm coming over from my place.

Will you come down
the back and let me in?

Hadn't realized you'd
left your job at the bank.

Uh .... Oh, yeah. Yeah. Last week.

I'm sorry, was I supposed
to notify someone?

Fancy.

Yeah. It was a gift.

Look, I think maybe you should go.

We have our suspects.

I came by to share this with you.

James Coughlin.

Albert Magloan.

Desmond Elden.

Part of a crew that we tied
into the bankjob at North End...

...and at least three
other armored car robberies.

Look familiar?

You opened the safe for him.

He left you unharmed...

...and now the two of you are carrying on a
relationship about which you lied to the FBI.

I was wrong.

You do need a lawyer.

Something wrong with the apartment?

No, Florist.

Florist? What?

Came through.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- it's large, Dougy.

- it's large.
- We're smoked. Punt it.

- 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.

Look, pick up an extra guy. All
right? Or go with three guys.

Or fucking be smart and boot it.

Oh, so you're not going?

No.

And why's that?

Because we got a ton of
heat on us, for one thing.

We'll put a move on. We've
done it a hundred times.

You know what? Forget it. Do
what you want to do. I'm done.

- What? What?
- I'm done.

- You're done?
- What does it sound like?

- I don't know. What's that mean?
- What you think it means?

What does that mean? Sounds
like a bunch of bullshit.

I'm putting this whole
fucking town in my rear-view.

There's people I can't
let you walk away from.

What?

Who?

Come on.

Are you serious, Jimmy?

She's not my kid.

I mean, come the f... Cut it out.

All you give a fuck
about is coke and Xbox...

...now you're trying to play it
off like you care about Shyne?

Know what your problem is? You
think you're better than people.

Mr. Fucking-Clean. Mr.
Fucking-Goddamn-High-and-Mighty.

I'm better than all these
people. I'm better than everybody.

But you grew up right here.

Same rules that I did.

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 l 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.

I don't know who the fuck
you think you are either.

You aren't letting me or not
letting me do shit, all right?

Here's a little cheat sheet for you.

It's never gonna be me and you
and your sister and Shyne...

...fucking playing house up there.

All right? You got it? Get
that in your fucking head!

I'm tired of your
one-way fucking bullshit.

If you wanna see me again, come
down and visit me in Florida.

Cunt.

In the 302...

...feds have me dropping
Brendan right here.

I got him back on Tibbetts.

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.

Fucking guy ran 100 yards with
a bullet in his heart, Dougy.

I mean, the fucking guy should've
ran track. You know what I'm saying?

I didn't ask you to do that.

Yeah, well, you didn't
have to, Dougy. Come on.

They told me Brendan was coming down
here to roll up on you with a Glock 21,

So I came over here, and I
put him in the fucking ground.

Did nine years for it.

Now, you don't gotta thank me...

...but you're not walking away.

I'm grateful for
everything you done for me.

Your family took me in
when my father went away.

You're like a brother to me.

But I'm leaving.

Gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

But you're gonna have
to shoot me in the back.

- Don't get up.
- All right.

How you doing, Fergie?

Listen, just wanted to stop
by and tell you myself...

...whatever this thing
is you got going on...

...I think my guys can handle it
without me. You know what I mean?

I wouldn't hire them without you.

And I wouldn't hire you without them.

You're a unit.

Look, with all due respect, I
didn't come here for a debate.

I'm not doing it.

So, you know, work it out
however you can. I ....

Calm down. Okay?

It goes against my better judgment...

...but just out of respect,
smooth things over...

...just take this for it, all right?

Not gonna cut it.

Do you think I'm gonna put
Joe Flipperhead on this?

You're gonna do what I ask.

Not gonna cut it, huh?

Okay.

Let me ask you something. Who
the fuck do you think you are?

The only guy in Charlestown with a gun?

You guys run numbers and pump dope.

You're an old guy who don't know
his glory years are behind him.

I ain't fucking working for you. Got it?

You got a problem with that, I live at
551 Bunker Hill Street. Stop by anytime.

You know where to find me.

You're gonna do this for me...

...or I'm gonna clip your nuts...

...like I clipped your daddy's.

Don't talk about my father.

Son, I knew your daddy.

He worked for me for years. Years.

Then he wanted his own thing.

You play the horses?

You know, they either geld
a horse with a knife...

...or with the chemicals.

When your daddy said no to me...

...l did him the chemical way.

Gave your mother a taste.

Put the hook into her.

She doped up good and proper.

Hung herself with a wire on Melnea Cass.

And you? Running around the
neighborhood, looking for her.

Your daddy didn't have the
heart to tell his son...

...that he was looking for a suicide
doper who was never coming home.

If there's a heaven,
son, she ain't in it.

Oh.

I hear you got a nice,
sweet new girlfriend.

Lives on the park.

I don't want to send her funeral
arrangement to your house...

...but I will if I have to.

Now I know where to ind you.

Claire.

Claire?

- Hey.
- Get out.

You okay?

- Get out.
- Hold on one second.

I have this on 911.

All right, you need to give me a
chance to explain myself first. Okay?

No. You had a chance.

Who talked to you?

The FBI, Doug.

You have to listen to me.

You have to let me explain
this. You understand?

- There's a lot going on here, Claire...
- No, you go to fucking hell!

- Fucking hell.
- All right, all right.

All right. All right.

Easy, now.

Why did you do this to me?

Claire, I'm sorry. Okay?

I was gonna tell you. I came
over here that night to tell you.

What, the night you fucked
me? ls that your thing?

It's not enough to terrorize
someone, you have to fuck them too?

- Listen to me. Calm down, okay?
- No. No. Get out. Get out!

You don't ever let me see
you again. Never, never.

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.

All right.

I'm in.

But if anything happens to her...

...if I think anything
might happen to her...

...I'm coming back here.

And I'm gonna kill both
of you in your own shop.

Hey, Claire?

I just wanna talk to you,
just for two minutes. Okay?

Come on.

Claire, I would never hurt you.

I don't know what you would...
Don't fucking touch me.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Just listen to me for
a second, all right?

I will never lie to you again.

- Really?
- Yes, I promise you.

Ask me anything you want.
I'll tell you the truth,

- Why? I won't believe you.
- Yes, you will.

Why?

Because you'll fucking hate the answers.

- You knew I was the manager in the bank?
- Yup.

- Were you following me?
- Yes.

How many banks have you robbed?

Six trucks, two banks.

Have you ever killed anyone?

No.

Think about it.

All right?

I will never lie to you,
I will never hurt you...

...and if I lose you, I will
regret that for the rest of my life.

Just wait for me.

You know, it's funny. loan
see your daddies' faces in you.

All of youse.

Reminds me I'm still in the ring.

Still taking the punches.
Still ahead on points.

Now, I have a fellow
on the inside there.

He likes to play the ponies.
Has a gambling sickness.

He couldn't pick a horse
to save his fucking life.

But courtesy of this sick man...

...l have this, Hm?

Well, the gang's all here.

There's always a weak spot.

We just need to find it.

The cash is brought out and stacked 15
minutes before the van does the pickup.

That is when you hit.

And Monday morning, after a
four-game stand with New York...

...60,000 beers, food,
merchandise, total haul:

Three and a half million.

Taking down the cathedral of Boston.

Priceless.

How long you think it's gonna take
Rusty to dump the inside man...

...when this thing's over?

Well, he should have
picked better horses.

This is gonna be a motherfucker.
You know that, right?

Well, if they were easy,
kid, everybody would do them.

Lined into right Held. A base hit.
Youkilis is headed for third base.

Hey, Bobby. Yeah, three Buds.

Seem to be having a bit of
a staring contest over there.

What can I say?

Boys like me.

I bet they do.

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.

What are you doing down here?

Slumming?

I work for the FBI.

Me too.

Well, you must be new.

You're all right.

It doesn't mean you're
getting fucked, though.

You gotta chase the rabbit
if you want the tail.

My mom taught me that.

You used to hang around with
Doug MacRay a little bit, huh?

How do you know Dougy?

We sort of work together.

Sand and Gravel?

No. No, no.

You a pretty decent judge of size?

Depends.

Size of what?

How big would you say that is?

Six inches?

Over or under?

Under.

Wrong.

6.14 inches exactly.

I know everything there
is to know about money.

.0043 inches.

about one gram.

Which is interesting...

...because that means that this $20
bill isn't even worth its own weight...

...in Oxy.

So how does it work?

Bartender gets a call...

...you pick up a package at
point A, deliver it to point B...

...the Florist gives you C?

You're thinking of running out on me.

It's not that simple.
Because, you see...

...l start waving this around in here...

...bad for you.

I want a lawyer.

Good. Get one.

I mean, it's all about
protecting yourself, right?

Not even yourself. Your daughter.

Don't talk about my daughter.

How long were you with MacRay?

Au my me.

In all those years that
you were together...

...how many diamond
necklaces did he give you?

AH right, here'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?

All right, the tools are set.

Got our body armor.

You know, this thing goes right...

...could be your turn to step away too.

Yeah. Sure.

What am I gonna do, Dougy, huh?

Go down to Margaritaville, drink me half
a yard and fall off fucking bar stools?

Do me a favor.

The weight of this thing...

...pack a parachute at least.

You know the funniest
thing about being in prison?

Guys pretending that they wanna get out.

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?

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.

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.

We should wait for them to commit
a crime, don't you think, Dino?

No switch car.

Ran a cue hot on the parking lot.

That Cherokee is boosted.

Call SWAT now.

FBI! Open the door!

- FBI!
- 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.

Fuck are you doing here, Kris?

I need to talk to you.

Not a great time, hon.

- I know.
- You know?

Okay. Well, what do you want?

Here you go.

Dez told me you were here.

I wanna see you before you go.

Kris, you could do 30 years
for walking in the door.

Okay? Do you understand
that? For being here.

You can't be bringing your kid in
here, you got it? You can't stay.

I don't wanna stay, I wanna go with you.

- I wanna change too, Dougy.
- Christ.

Why the fuck can't I change?
I could be a different person.

Jesus Christ.

You tell me what you want me to do.
I'll be whoever you want me to be,

I'm leaving with somebody else.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Why isn't she here then?

Come on. What do you
want me to tell you?

She's going away with
you, why isn't she here?

Where is she? She's no! here.

- Such a trashy little fuck pad.
- Take it easy.

After a Tiffany necklace, I
thought a room at the Ritz.

Huh?

What'd you say?

Where did you hear that? Where'd
you hear about a necklace?

A little bird.

Fucking smartass. Who told you
that? Who told you about a necklace?

I know you'd rather see
a rope around my neck!

You're getting the fuck
out of here. Let's go.

Come here, honey. I know, it's
gonna be okay. it's all right.

- We're coming with you.
- You're getting out of here.

Dougy, we're fucking coming with you.

it's time to go, Okay? Here we go.

Time to go, sweetheart, Okay?

- I'm not leaving here.
- Let's go.

- I'm not fucking leaving.
- Take the kid home.

Get the fuck off me!

I can walk myself.

Don't you say no to me!

Take this.

Hey.

Will you quit fucking doing
that? You're making me nervous.

Yeah, we got a DWI over here, one car.

Coughlin, Kristina.
She had a kid with her.

The mother's at Mass General.
She wanted me to call you.

All right, yeah. I'll be right there.

Officer.

Yeah. Let's go.

Down here.

There's the door.

And remember, you never fucking saw me.

Okay.

Dr. Forrest, dial 112, please.

Du Forrest, please dial 112.

Here he is, Mr. Six-Inches.

What happened?

You're a crimestopper,
figure it the fuck out.

Sweetheart.

I know you have oxycodone,
cocaine and alcohol in your system.

I know that you have five
cars registered in your name.

And I know right now, your daughter is
sitting in the back of a state van...

...driven to the Department
of Social Services.

So how long you wanna do this?

I'm a person, you know?

A person who's gonna
need a plea agreement...

...if you ever want
to see your kid again.

Why is it always I'm the
one who's getting used?

What do you have?

Knowing just that...

...Dougy's going away after.

Wait, what after? After what?

Krista, I need you to be smart here.

This could be a big moment for Shyne.

Make a huge difference in her life.

We can help you, sweetheart.

- You there?
- I'm here.

- All set.
- Okay. Go ahead.

All set.

Who called 911?

You the guys who called 911?

No one from here called.

Nah, we didn't... It wasn't us.

We got a 911 call.

Robbery, guys. Come on.

- You said a robbery?
- Yeah.

A call saying you're being held up.

- Let me call Mike.
- We just walked past Mike.

He let us in.

Hey, look, guys, We got a
distress call. All right?

- So who made the call?
- Nobody called from here.

No one called? What are we doing here?

- Hold on. Where's Mike?
- I just told you where Mike was.

You boys see all right?

- Huh? You fucking smartass.
- Listen. Listen.

For our safety, for everyone's
safety, we need to see your IDs.

Guys, hold up. We been here
all morning, Take it easy.

My partner asked for your ID.
All right? We don't know you.

Till we identify all the parties involved
here, we're gonna need some IDs...

...we need to see everyone
on the ground. Right now.

Whoa, whoa.

- Get your hand off your weapon.
- Hey, relax.

- Get on the ground!
- Get on the fucking ground.

Hands behind your back.

Face down.

Behind your back. Come on.

Get your hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back. Let's go.

- Take it easy.
- Fuck.

In the cash room.

Arnold Washton. You live at
311 Hazer Street in Quincy...

...with a wife named
Linda and three small dogs.

Do not make a distress call.

Also in the cash room:

Morton Previtt. You live at
27 Counting Lane, Randolph.

Wife, also Linda.

Morton, the Lindas want
you to open this door.

We have men outside your homes.

Back up. Back up.

You think you're gonna get out of here?

I got friends that are guards at
Walpole. They'll make your lives hell.

Well, don't you worry
about it, old-timer.

No one's going to prison.

Ten more.

Right away.

Picking up.

...least from the fan
base when the Red Sox win.

When the Red Sox win in extra innings
and everybody can go home happy...

...and they're singing 'Dirty Water"

- How you doing?
- Fucking beautiful.

Come on.

Last motherfucker who robbed the
Red Sox like this was Jack Clark.

Looked around the block. There's
no cars, no vans around. Nothing.

Maybe we're too early. Or too late.

Let's go. I want this street clear.

Come on, get these people
out of here. Let's go.

We've been trying to hail security for the
cash room. We're not getting a response.

Okay, let's go, Let's
get the fuck out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

Shit.

- Fuck!
- Let's get the fuck out of here!

That's us inside.

Go! Go!

Fuckers!

Gloans! Gloans. Fuck.

- He all right?
- He's all right. They just got the vest.

Yo, Dez, get the plunger!

Shut it!

Dez?

Come on, come on.

They look like EMTs.

I count four. Maybe one down.

Go.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

There's a million
fucking cops out there.

Dez!

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.

Cover your ears!

No!

- All right, go, go, go.
- All right, move it out.

Fuck you!

Move down. Get them
the fuck out of here.

Meet me at the fucking switch!

They ain't looking for fucking cops.

I'm gonna roll out the front...

...the two of youse beat it out the
side in the fucking cop uniforms.

The whole fucking
force is out there, kid.

You know I can take a pinch.

Don't worry about it. I'll
only give them your first name.

Clear.

Okay, go.

Move, move.

Hey, don't move. Don't move.

- Put your weapons down.
- Fuck you. Boston P,D.

Look out, coming through.
Stand down, Stand down.

See you in Florida, kid.

See you when you get back.

All right. Go.

All right, guys, let's
back up. Feds got this.

Hey. Hey.

You B.P.D. need to fuck off.

What are you doing?
it's an FBI crime scene.

Don't put your hand up to me, Go.

Jurisdiction, guys. Walk away.

That's my kill.

I don't know if we're dealing with...

...some high level of
genius here with security...

...but security's saying
they got hit by cops.

Cops?

Yeah. Two cops, they said.

Hold up.

Where you going?

Pull up here.

Officer, can you hold up a minute?

Visual on Coughlin, heading
south toward Boylston.

Hotel parking lot on Van Ness.

He's dressed as B.P.D.

Copy.

Officer.

Coughlin.

Drop your weapon!

No!

Move! Move!

Coughlin, throw down your weapon.

Fuck you.

Let me see those hands, right now.

Fuck you!

Move, move.

You got 30 seconds, asshole.

Okay.

I surrender.

I surrender.

Rusty, something went wrong.

Come here.

Fergie.

Prick.

Fergie...

...remember who clipped
your nuts for you.

I came in hot, saw the suspect
run across the street with a Tec-9.

I lit up the tires,

I jumped out of the cruiser,

engaged the suspect in gunfire.

So that's when...

- ...you get out of your cruiser.
- Yeah.

At that point, I fired, struck
the suspect at least once or twice.

Hey.

Multiple victims down.

Location, 529 Main Street, Charlestown.

- Uniformed officers on the scene.
- That's the Florist,

Hey, Bobby, Bobby, what happened?

Somebody got Fergie.

- Jesus Christ, that's gotta be MacRay.
- Fuck,

Claire, it's me.

Are you okay?

I'll be fine. I know.

But I'm okay. I'm all right.

Claire, I wanna meet you.

It's gotta be soon. I
don't have a lot of time.

Can you meet me?

Claire, please.

I need to know. I gotta go.

Can you come here?

You want me to come where you are now?

I don't think that's a good idea for me.

Why?

What if there are police there?

There's no one here.

All right, well, if you think I
should probably come by there...

...then I guess that's
what I'll do. Yeah.

Okay.

Claire, listen, I'm...
Listen. Listen to me.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

Remember that.

Come down in the back and
let me in in about an hour:

All right?

I'll see you.

Wait, Doug? Doug?

- Yeah.
- I want you to come.

I really wanna see you.

It'll be just like one of my sunny days.

Well...

...I'm on my way then.

Bye.

Goodbye, Claire.

All right, I'd say
we've done our part here.

You know what? Not now.

He says he's coming, I want
people at Logan, South Station...

...downtown, Greyhound,
subway, everything. Now.

- The city's covered.
- Good.

We 're secure, and everything 's ready.

Sir, we need you to stay off the street.

- Sir, we need you to stay off the street.
- Just going to work. No problem.

- How long?
- Forty minutes.

- Alleyway clear?
- Yes, sir.

We got nothing. Still no
movement in the alley. Over.

Well, I guess he didn't have as
big a thing for you as you thought.

I guess not.

"My sunny days."

You know, Claire, we are
a national organization.

All right, boys, let's
pack it up. He ain't coming.

Let's get the description out. Let's go.

We know what he looks like.

Let's go ind him.

All right. You good?

Hey, best possible outcome, you know.

Well done, well done.

It's for you.

Claire, take this.

You'll do better with it than I can.

By the time you read
this, I'll be long gone.

Not the way I planned it...

...but for the first time in
my life, l?n leaving this city.

Maybe if I go...

...I can stop looking.

No matter how much you change...

You still have to pay the price
for the things you've done.

So I got a long road.

But I know i'll see you again.

This side or the other.