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Driver's name is Arthur Shea, former
Medford police officer, 57 years old.

As soon as his partner leaves with a
coal bag, he cracks a herald and he

look up until the guy gets back.

Marty McGuire, 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 Cigna.

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. These guards like to test you,
though.

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

You! Away from the computer!

Give me the fucking game! Back up, back
up! Go, go!

Get your fucking ass on the ground!

Get your fucking ass on the ground! Go,
go, go, go!

I need everybody's BlackBerrys! Come on,
sign your BlackBerrys up front!

BlackBerrys to the front!

Sign your fucking phones up!

Don't lie to us. Day 16.

Listen, it's not your money. You
understand?

Don't lie to us again.

Get in the corner.

You too, brother, man.

dress code. Open it for me.

I'm sorry.

Don't stop.

This guy a fucking friend of yours?

It's gone!

Fuck!

Yeah, well...

First door!

Hello! First door!

Hey, are you guys open?

We gotta go.

Let's go!

Hold it.

Silent alarm. This address.

Who did it?

Look, nobody did anything.

What? Huh?

What'd you say? Nobody did anything.

You pulled the alarm?

No. No. Did you? I didn't pull any
alarm. You're leaving, you motherfucker!

That's enough.

All right?

Fuck!

Fucker! We're out the door, you fuck!

Let's go!

Where's your purse?

Fuckin' Nick!

The cops get us well -drained, we're
gonna need her.

Get down.

Go.

Half the day, Boulevard.

You're gonna be okay.

No one's going to hurt you.

What's up?

Who's for the city work, man?

It still hasn't been reported stolen.

I've been too busy working.

Use the van to screen the door.

Bleach the entire place for DNA.

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

Silent bell came from cage number two.

Assistant managers had bet Israel.

Our guys waited for the time lock to
expire.

Then they had the manager open sesame.

Under duress?

I don't know.

10 -foot steel safe.

Only as strong as he had with the key.

Found the dye packs in the tracer.

Found the van.

Torched. How is it?

What do you think?

Where's Jim?

He stopped on the way down. He had to
light a couple of house fires, stick up

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?

Hey,

speak of the fucking devil.

You made it.

Take the scenic route? Got a problem.
What?

Oh, look.

So what?

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

Oh, shit.

See the fucking address on there? Bitch
lives four blocks away from here. Yeah,

I know where we are. Fuck!

We gonna see this bitch on the street
every day? She didn't say anything.

Jesus, you sure?

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

Fuck. All right.

I'm gonna handle it. How the fuck you
gonna handle this? I'm gonna stalk her

like a fucking acorn. We'll find out.

Find out what? If she needs to get
scared.

She's already scared. I'm even not
scared enough.

Miss Kesey, special agent out of the
Corollary of Violent Crimes and Robbery.

Derek here is going to take some
elimination prints.

I see you've given a preliminary
statement. I want to talk to you about

abduction. Okay.

I understand they threatened you.

Mm -hmm.

One of them took my license.

Did you try to escape at any point?

No.

Is there anything you can identify about
these men? Anything you've testified

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.

Should I have a lawyer here?

This is a very civil libertarian thing
for me to say, but anyone who lawyers up

is guilty.

I think you're all right.

When someone endures an experience like
this, there are very often residual

effects.

It's going to be okay.

Did it say anything?

If you talk to the FBI, we will come to
your house and fuck you and kill you.

Are you going to take care of it?

I'll do it.

Why are you going to do it? Because
you're the reason we're having this

conversation. Yeah, but I'm going to get
it done.

What are you going to get done, huh?

You're gonna get picked up for
intimidating a witness. You walk within

feet of her that ten years, okay? You
got two strikes against you already,

they're gonna bury you in the fucking
jail.

All right.

How much money's in the sack?

We got 90 a pot.

Minus what I had to shave off from the
florist.

Good job.

What happened with the assistant
manager?

Uh, yeah. Well, next time Skeletor comes
in the bank with an AK, I think he's

gonna think twice about hitting that
alarm, and he just got tuned up.

How you doing?

All right.

Fergie, kid's here.

Hey, Fergie.

Well, time to go on, son. All right.

You're on that end of the thing, all
right?

All right.

Good to

see

you.

Take it easy, man.

Where are they? What are they doing
right now?

They got the money, now they have to
clean it.

Casinos.

Tracks. If they make a big drug buy,
flip it across town.

They want to go celebrate, right?

BPD, DEA, I want tips, names, witnesses,
anything.

We're going to knock on some doors, see
who wants to help us out.

Any questions? No?

Great. Let's go.

Fucking ISIS kid.

I'm trying to tell these motherfuckers
about your father.

The feds will never understand a guy
who's faced with 40 years.

They give him the opportunity to walk
scot -free if he gives up his friends.

He tells them, suck a dick. Give me the
40. I can suck a dick.

Hey, where's the Big Mac?

Well, it's time like a man. That's
right. I just threw a shot. I threw a

I threw a shot.

I gotta get a tonic. All right. Give me
an umbrella for my beer. Let me get a

Shirley Temple. I want an extra cherry,
please.

More fucking silver better.

Thanks.

Juice?

Yeah, juice.

You want some snappers? Hey, don't
fucking... What are you doing?

I'm just playing.

That's right.

How'd you go in a fight, Chris?

Do I look like I got in a fight?

I don't know. Who's pity to pull your
hoop up?

Oh, that's right.

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

You were with Shane?

All these three yuppies down here, they
think there's no more serious white

people in Charlestown.

So they can fucking talk shit?

No.

Well, do you miss it?

Fucking coke and oxy and all that shit?
No, I miss it.

We smoked it to the filter, right?

You know what I mean?

I'm grateful to be here today.

Growing up in Charlestown in, you know,
a small -knit community, we took care of

each other and we were protected.

My friends were really like my family. A
lot of things I've done when I'm out

there, you know, I don't know. 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 that 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,

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

a chair, the guy says, hey, wait a
minute.

He says, 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, I was an explorer in the
North Pole.

I got caught in a blinding storm once,
freezing. I was blind to freezing death,

and I prayed that there's a God to save
me now.

Now God didn't come.

He says, you know, how's that? I said,
you're alive.

You must have saved me. He said, no, 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.

there you go

Excuse me.

Are you doing laundry?

Mom? 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.

I'm fine. I'm just... You sure?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Thank you. I'm
fine. Yeah. It was embarrassing.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Do you need help?

I'm just having a bad week.

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

It's 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. I'll, uh, you know, see if we

can turn your week around.

What's the worst that could happen?

FBI, open the door! Open the door!

Oxy, guns.

It's like townie Christmas.

Minimum federal sentencing.

Ten 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 that you have an
alibi for the Cambridge job. The good

for me...

I bet you know something about it.

Everyone does trucks.

These guys beat the alarm for the vault.

Yeah? That's what I heard. The kid, he
gets into the junction box.

There she is.

Hey. Sad?

Yeah.

I should have come get you a door for
you, huh? What kind of a guy let you

your own door like that?

What?

I have to get something out there.
Otherwise, I'll be pretending to listen

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 the beach.

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 I would feel like I
was in mourning.

FBI?

You're working with the FBI?

Mm -hmm.

What does that mean?

The 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.

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

I know.

Might be harder than you think.

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

Fred Flintstone, call it a night.

Hey, can I ask you something?

You sure can.

I volunteer at the Boys and Girls Club
in Charlestown.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. And, well, mostly the kickball
pitchers since they haven't been able to

afford any eyes for the rink. I know.
It's embarrassing.

The city won't put any money into that
place.

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

A coonie?

It just means a yuppie. Someone who's
not from Charlestown. Oh.

It's Bampox.

Hey, Jeff.

Oh, shit.

What up?

How you doing? All right.

Socks got rocks.

What's going on?

You check on that thing?

What?

Willation?

Yeah.

And?

Nothing.

We're all set.

There's no need to remove it from the
equation.

What?

You heard me.

What are you, a trigger man now?

Just loose ends, kid.

You didn't get the fucking electric
brought back over the child? No. Don't

goddamn panicky, all right? Hey, Doug?

No. I don't want to get back to work,
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

bippet to the D5 station.

How does one learn how to do that?

Get a job at Veracom.

Okay.

Thank you.

Let's subpoena work logs, employee
records, start with everybody who lives

the town.

Got it.

I lied to the FBI.

What?

When the guy attacked David, I could see
the back of his neck and he had a

tattoo.

Of what?

It was one of those sliding 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

file.

They'll ring him up the next day.

Robbery, weapons, he'll get 30 years.

Of course, they'll worry someone's going
to 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

Arizona, you know, somewhere safe.

Or you could wait.

You have a card.

As nothing says, you've got to play it
right away.

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

The FBI are just people like anyone
else. They want to find the bad guys so

can go home and nuke their supper.

You have to look out for yourself,
Claire.

Quit 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 always throw it

in the back.

How did you know I had a Prius?

I took a guess.

I mean, it just seems like a tuning car.
Do you really have a Prius? Yeah.

Really? I had a Prius.

It got vandalized, of course.

What happened? Now I'm forced to walk a
mile through the project.

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

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

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.

It's all... It doesn't matter.

No, Eric.

After a little bit of that, I guess.

You remember what they were fighting?

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.

Which car are we gonna take?

Who is it? Open up.

Fuck! Oh,

shit, that hurts, huh?

Now you're throwing hands?

If you're still here in a week, we're
coming back.

Let's go. We're done.

What'd you do?

I don't know what you're talking about.
That's my brother right there.

What'd you do to get him so cranked up,
huh? I don't know what the fuck you're

talking about.

You don't know?

No. How about now? Chill, chill, chill.
Now do you know? Chill, chill. Hey,

don't fucking tell me to chill. That's
enough. What'd you do?

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

I don't know.

There goes Colin's doctor.

Hey, look at me.

See my face?

Don't do the cops, all right?

But just remember, I've seen those too.

I can't be up there killing me.

Doesn't it open? Yeah, it works for
Veracom. I've never seen the inside of a

jail cell.

Most of these guys have got no show
jobs. They take down a truck, the

goes, yeah, the guy we see yesterday
shows us a forged time card. We can't

them games at Veracom because it's a
public company.

If you don't show up, it's a recorded
sick day. And Desi here, he's got some

interesting sick days.

Bank Foster, Cummins Armored, Arlington
Branch, Cambridge Merchants.

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
six.

What happened?

She left.

The sound woke me up.

At first, I didn't know what it was.

It sounded like an animal that got
trapped.

Never heard a man cry before.

Came downstairs in my underwear to see
my father in the kitchen.

First thing I remember was the ashtray.

Must have been a hundred cigarettes.

Ash like a little mountain.

He stopped crying.

He 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 her.

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. He sat in the kitchen and drank
a case of beer while I went out by

myself on School Street asking people if
they'd seen my mother.

Her name was Doris.

My grandmother had a place, it'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
it doesn't really matter.

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

She didn't want to be my mother anymore.

And she... 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 Eldon. Systems Tech at Vericon.

22 years old.

Albert McGlone.

Only in Boston is a guy named Albert
McGlone. Mr. McGlone.

Never met a car he couldn't boost.

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 Leahy by the cemetery
behind Mishwan when he was 18.

Pleaded 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.

The architect is this guy, Coughlin's
best friend, Doug McRae.

Lives in the same house, dated
Coughlin's sister, who most likely mules

florist who used to employ McRae's
father.

You need a fucking Venn diagram for
these people.

Max 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

they executed both of them with their
own weapons.

Big Mac's legacy is now no A -car driver
is allowed to leave the cab, even if

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

Yeah, McCray did eight months easy for
going over the counter at a Bay Bank

a nail gun after he washed out from pro
hockey.

Pro hockey?

Yeah, it was a big deal for him. Then it
got drafted, went to camp, and here's

the shocker. Decided to make a trouble,
fighting with guys.

Don't they pay you to fight in hockey?

Not the guys on your own team.

McCray came home, got into the family
business.

Same song, got into Oxycontin.

Hockey ship sailed with the narcotics.

Now, we're a long way away from a grand
jury here, and 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? Yeah. All good, I hope.

Yeah.

They say they're overcome with jealousy.

They can't believe you're lucky.

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

No. I just think it's a rebound.

A rebound from what? The robbery?

I don't know.

I feel strange for them somehow.

Why? 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.

Sure you'd be glad you're thinking about
it?

It's a good day.

I'm having a good time.

Good. And you'll miss me while I'm gone.

Money, bitch.

What the fuck you doing here?

Nothing. Nothing?

What's this?

Who are you here with? Huh? No one.

I'm myself. Let's get out of here.

You're telling me this is yours?

Yeah. Yeah? Fucking Hawaiian pizza?

Come on, sit down. There's a car to you.
Let's hit the road.

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

Jim, Jim, I'm a friend of this loser's
right here. Hey, well, sit down, sit

down, relax.

Right?

So, I saw your, uh, fuckin' Avalanche
partner.

Come on, huh?

The Avalanche?

Truck. Fuckin' truck. His work truck
right there.

Dougie's quite the worker.

Yeah. So, have you two known each other
a long time, or...?

Since we're sick, we're like brothers,
right?

But he's never mentioned water by you.

Secret's this one, though, huh?

Did you say your name was Jim or Jem?

Jem? Well, it's both, actually.

Teachers, when we're growing up, you
know, they used to always say, hey, you

have this one. He's a real gem.

So I guess it kind of stuck.

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? Got robbed, yeah.

yeah, wow.

Yeah, I read about that.

That's crazy.

Huh. So then how is it that you two met?

Um, we met at a laundromat.

Love among the bleach, right?

Hey, it happens more than you think.

Hey,

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

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

He's always taking his work home with
him.

Thank you.

All right, brother.

Take care of yourself, all right?

You're good. I'll see you home.

Hey, it was nice to meet you.

You too.

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

Who you following, Jim?

Me or her?

Told you I made the avalanche.

You got nothing to worry about. It's all
under control.

Oh, so you're trying to get us to hand
up.

Yeah, I'm trying to get you jammed up.

Tell me you got to move here, Dougie.

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. The one person that can

give us 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.

Right? Yeah, I'm blowing these shit to
the manager. Am I smart now?

Huh? And no, I didn't tell the other
guys only because he flipped the fuck

And I want them fucking ready for the
next thing.

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

I don't like the gods on the next thing.
All right?

One kid is like fucking G .I. Joe. He
wears the vest on the outside, tucks his

pants into his fucking combat boots. The
truck's fucking waist high.

We'll find 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.

Hey, 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.

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

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

Be ready on Friday.

Steve? Steve McRae.

Well, right down there.

Yeah, right. Every time I come up here
now, it's the red pajamas.

You still getting in trouble now?

Hey, you know how it is.

Can't take no shit.

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

Fucking Southie kids. They want to run
everything.

Listen, you put a year together of good
behaving, it's your point now. You get

classed out over there in Norfolk, Dad.

No one's going to bother you over there.
Nobody fights.

You know what I mean? They got fucking
Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Yeah, yeah.

Well, some things.

You got to deal with yourself, you know?

All right.

I'm thinking about taking a trip.

One dark for a minute.

Taking heat.

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.

I guess there's something.

At least I don't see you again.

How come you never, uh... How come you
never looked for her?

Look for who?

For Ma.

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

How come you never try to call nobody to
look for her and ask around?

You know, when your mother left, you
cried so hard you were thrown up.

All over the parlor.

So I told you, if you looked around, you
might find her.

Well, Sid...

Give you an activity.

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

Oh, you want to think she was an angel?

Go ahead.

Well, 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 and make yours.

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

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

But I'll see you again.

This side or the other.

I saw your picture yesterday.

Are you sure it was me?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Oh, the Boys and Girls Club? Yeah, it
was under a local hero's banner.

Yeah, I got a real low standard for who
qualifies on that.

Apparently you were drafted.

Yeah, I was, uh, 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.

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.

So they sent me home.

That was it.

I look at that picture, and I see a 20
-year -old kid who thinks he's, you

got it all figured out right before he's
about to throw it all away.

Can we go into your room?

My uncle, the bus driver, lives right
across the way, and he can see we're in

this apartment.

Yes.

They win the game at overtime.

Then you flip it over, and you go back
to Fenway Park, and you get another

ending.

Where the fuck's the truck?

What happened to 845?

Say your prayers.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Don't move!

Get back!

Get back!

Get out of the way!

Any units in the air? Get to the 61 in
progress.

The call went out!

Fuck.

Get out here, asshole. I got your
friend.

All right, calm down. Put your gun away,
all right? You're going to get hurt.

Put that fucking gun down now.

I got you, motherfucker.

You should have stayed in the truck.

Yo!

What the fuck just happened? God damn
it, I fucking told you.

Shut the fuck up, all right? God damn
it.

All right, guys, just take it easy, all
right? Take it easy. Drive slow, drive

normal.

They must have been around the corner.

Fuck off.

Close the bridge.

What? Close the fucking bridge!

Go for the bridge!

That's how you drive a fucking car.

All the DNA in shop.

You print the inside of the van?

Probably the inside of the van at the
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.

Because right now they are burning the
money bands in some bullshit safe house.

All their alibis were paid for a week in
advance.

We're not going to 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.

So find me something that looks like a
print so I can grab one of these

and shake their tree because this not
fucking around thing is about to go both

ways.

Corey, just read what's on the paper.

Corey, 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 the fuck is it with you guys
and Charles Kahn? Don't they teach you

how to read? Come on, let's go. There's
things here. Read them.

This shit, it doesn't sound right. I'm
not asking. It's not a choice. I'm not

asking you. I'm telling you.

I'm trying to make the shit sound
fucking authentic.

You got it all fucked up.

Authent what?

Hey, Dougie, how are you?

Oh.

How you doing?

Local crime fighter.

What's happening, Gino?

I know your father.

Yeah.

Me too.

Got a few years left on his bid.

Yeah, one or two.

I hear they go after the old guy.

Split him off the back.

Fucking animals.

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

I don't know.

Making a statement, I guess.

Townie Cruz ain't what they used to be.

Dorchester.

Salty.

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 and gets to know all

their intimate secrets, the stories of
their lives, because they trust them,

then turns around and uses those secrets
against them and puts those people in

prison?

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

You know, the Dago.

Those people made you a part of that
community.

What do they get for it?

Inside of the fucking can.

You know we lifted a print off the van,
right?

Special Agent Farley.

Douglas McCray.

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 on the
north end at 9 o 'clock in the morning

with assault rifles.

You fucking dummies shot a guard.

Now you're like a half -off sailor big
and tall. Every cop is in line.

Fortunately, though, for you, this
guard, who is two -thirds to a retard,

miraculously clung to life. Now, if it
were up to me, and they gave me two

minutes and a wet towel...

I 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 Tommy Hopscotch
anymore, Doug.

But I did want to say one thing.

You're here today so I could personally
tell you that you were going to die in

federal prison.

And so were all your friends.

No deal.

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 going to be me who tells you

go fuck yourself.

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

You know, we can do better than a
barbecue, a calendar shoot.

You know, maybe topless, lubed up,
whatever you guys are into.

FBI, counter antennas, a half -inch
matte black, about three -quarters of

way down the rear windshield.

Stadia, pigtailed, BPD half and half.

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

It's for the future.

You guys can try to be slick.

Be slicker than a six -year -old.

I gotta get back to work.

Can I go?

Good luck with that print.

Claire Kesey, please.

She's the manager.

Since when?

Just get the warrant.

Land, cell, email, fax, Skype, the whole
fucking thing.

Why don't you tell me you quit your job
at the bank?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me what's in the box?

Like this?

Mm -hmm.

Anybody, uh, call you or, uh...

Say anything to you or anything like
that after?

No.

No? Well, what are you going to do?

You know what? I don't know.

I can teach,

volunteer full -time, and I have a
little saved, so...

I told you I was going to quit my job,
too.

Well, then I guess I'd have company.

We'd do it together.

Yeah. It's just a necklace, that's all.

Why don't we go away together, take a
trip for a minute, you know, something

like that.

You know, just fun.

God. The right eye took me forever
trying to pick it up. You know, with the

and... It's beautiful, baby.

As long as you didn't, you know, sell
your truck.

Oh, yeah. Someone took over the
payments.

You know, people get up every day, tell
themselves they're going to change their

lives. They never do.

I'm going to change mine.

Why don't you do it with me?

Okay. Well, where would we go?

Come with me. I don't care. We can go
wherever you want.

I mean, you know, there's things...
There's a few things you still don't

about me.

What do you mean?

I just understand if you have some
reservations, you know, between...

Kind of things people say about me and
things I'm not proud of.

Leave a lot of room.

I know who you are.

You do?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Does that mean you want to go with me?

Yeah.

Let's start now.

Okay.

Raw.

What is it?

phone conversation between Claire Casey
and a burner until 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. I'm coming over
from my place. Can you come down the

and let me in?

I didn't realize you left your job at
the bank.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, last week.

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

Fancy.

Yeah, it was a gift.

We have our stuff back.

I came by to share this with you.

James Coughlin.

Albert McGlone.

Desmond Eldon.

Part of a crew that we tied into a bank
job at North End and at least three

other armored car robberies.

What's the matter?

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. Flores.

Flores what?

Came through.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Lodge, Dougie.

We're smoked.

Hunt us.

Look, pick up an extra guy.

All right? Or go with three guys.

Or fucking be smart and boot it.

So you're not going?

No.

Why is that?

Because we've got a ton of fucking heat
on us, for one thing. We'll put a move

on them, right? We've done it a hundred
times before.

You know what?

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

I'm done.

You're done?

What does it sound like? I don't know.
What's that? What's that mean?

What the fuck you think it means? What
does that mean you're done? It sounds

like a bunch of fucking bullshit.

Let me put it to you this way. I'm
putting this whole fucking town in my

view.

The people I can't let you walk away
from.

What?

Who?

Come on.

Are you serious to me?

She's not my kid.

Did she tell you a what?

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 Shine? Come on now. You

know what your fucking problem is? What?
You think you're better than people.

Uh -huh.

Mr. Fucking Clean and Mr. Fucking
Goddamn Hiding Mighty, right? Yeah, I'm

than all these people. You're right. I'm
better than anyone in this fucking

project. You grew up right here.

Same rules that I did.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You aren't letting me or not letting me
do shit.

All right, here's a little fucking cheat
sheet for you. It's never going to be

me and you and your sister and Shine
fucking playing house up there. All

you got it? Get that in your fucking
head.

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

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

Go.

The 302 feds had me dropping Brendan
right here.

I got him back up to the... The fucking
guy ran a hundred yards with a ball in

his heart. The fucking guy shouldn't run
track, you know what I'm saying?

Didn't ask you to do that.

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

They told me Brendan Leahy 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.

They're nine years apart.

Now, you don't got to thank me, but
you're not walking away.

I'm grateful for everything you've done
for me.

Your family took me in when my father
went away.

You're like a brother to me.

But I'm leaving.

You gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

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

Don't get up.

How you doing, Perky?

Listen, I just wanted to stop by and
tell you myself, whatever this thing is

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. All right.

Calm down.

It goes against my better judgment,
but... Just out of respect, let's move

things over.

Let's take this farm, all right?

Not gonna cut it.

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

You're gonna do what I ask.

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 with a fucked -up face
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 any time.

You know where to find me.

You're gonna do this for me, or I'm
gonna clip your nuts.

Like I clip your daddies.

Don't talk about my father.

Son, I knew your daddy.

He worked for me for years.

Years. Then he wanted his own thing.

Pray the horses.

You know, they either gel the horse with
a knife or with the chemicals.

When your daddy said no to me, I did him
the chemical way.

Gave your mother a taste.

Put the hook into her.

Now she doped up good and proper.

Hung herself with a wire on Melneka.

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 a funeral
arrangement to your house.

But I will if I have to.

Now I know where to find you.

Claire!

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, Clay.
You're going to fucking hell!

Fucking hell!

Easy now.

Why did you do this to me?

Claire, I'm sorry.

Okay? I was going to tell you. I came
over here that night to tell you. And

what, the night you fucked me?

Is that your thing?

If you're not enough to terrorize
someone, you have to fuck them too.

Listen to me. No, no.

Claire. Get out!

You never let me see you again.

Never. Never.

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 going to kill both of you in
your own shop.

Hey, Claire.

I just want to talk to you 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. Claire, I won't
believe you.

Yes, you will. Why? Because you'll
fucking hate the answers.

You know I was the manager in the bank,
right?

Yep. 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

that for the rest of my life.

Just wait for me.

You know,

it's fine.

I can see your daddy's face is in you.

All of you.

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, I have
this.

Hmm?

Well, gang's all here.

There's always a weak spot.

We just need to find it.

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

That is when you hit.

On Monday morning, after a four -game
stand with New York, 60 ,000 beers,

merchandise, total haul, three and a
half million.

Taken down.

The Cathedral of Boston.

Thank you.

How long do you think it's going to take
Rusty to dump the inside man when this

thing's over?

You should have picked better horses.

He's going to be a motherfucker, you
know that, right?

Well, if we're easy, kid, everybody will
do it.

Hey,

Bobby.

I

think

we're having a bit of a staring contest
over there.

What can I say?

Boys like me?

They do.

What are you doing down there?

Slumming?

I work for the FBI.

Me too.

Well, you must be new.

You're all right.

Doesn't mean you can talk at all.

You gotta chase with the rod, but if you
want the tail... My mom taught me that.

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

I didn't know Dougie.

We sort of worked together.

Ben and Grandpa?

You're 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.

Thickness? 0 .0043 inches.

Weight?

How 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 force gives

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 McCray?

How many diamond necklaces did he give
you?

All right, the tools are set.

I got a body armor.

You know, if this thing goes right, it
could be your turn to step away, too.

Yeah, sure.

What am I gonna do, Dougie, huh? Go down
to Margaritaville, drag you in half a

yard of far -fuckin' barstools?

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 want to get
out.

I can't do any more time, Dougie.

So if we get jammed up, we'll hold them
caught on the street.

What the fuck are you doing here, Chris?

I need to talk to you.

Not a great time, hon.

I know.

You know?

Okay. Well, what do you want?

There's some of you here.

I want to see you before you go.

Chris, you can 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 want to stay. I want to go with
you.

I want to change too. 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.

Why isn't she here then?

She's going away with you. Why isn't she
here?

Is she? She's not here.

Such a trashy little fuck pad. Take it
easy. After a Tiffany necklace, I

a room at the Ritz.

Huh?

What did you say?

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

A little bit.

Fucking smarty. Who told you that?
Answer me.

Who told you about it? You're getting
the

fuck out of here. Let's go.

Come here, honey. Come here, sweetheart.
I know. It's going to be okay. It's all

right. We're coming with you.

You're getting out of here. Dougie,
we're fucking coming with you.

Time to go.

Okay? Here we go.

Time to go, sweetheart.

Okay?

I'm not leaving here.

I'm not fucking leaving here.

Hey, will you quit fucking doing that?
You make me nervous.

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

Coughlin, Christina.

She's got a kid with her.

Mother's at Mass General. She wanted me
to call you. All right, yeah.

I'll be right there.

There's the door and remember you never
fucking saw me

Just six inches.

What happened?

You're a crime stopper. 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

your daughter is sitting in the back of
a state van being driven by a stranger

to the Department of Social Services. So
how long do you want to do this?

I'm a person, you know? Yeah.

You're a person who's going to 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?

No, just that, uh... Dougie's going away
after.

Wait, what? After? After what?

I need you to be smart here.

This could be a big moment for Shine.

Make a huge difference in her life.

All set.

Okay, go ahead.

Who called 911?

Did you guys call 911?

No one from here called.

No, we didn't. It wasn't us. We got a
911 call.

Robbery, guys. Come on.

Is that a robbery?

Yeah, a call saying you're being held
up.

All right, 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.

So no one called. What are we doing
here?

Hold on, where's Mike?

I just told you where Mike was.

Boy, see, all right?

Listen, listen, you fucking smartass.
For our safety, for everyone's safety

here, we need to see your IDs, all
right? Guys, guys, hold up. We've been

all morning. Take it easy. My partner
asked for your ID, all right? We don't

know you.

So we identify all the parties involved
here. We're going to need some IDs, and

we're going to need to see everyone on
the ground right now. Whoa, hold up,

up. Hey, hey, relax.

Hey, Ted.

Get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get on the fucking ground.

Hands behind your back.

Face down.

Behind your back.

Come on.

Hands behind your back. Hands behind
your back. Go.

Go. Take it easy. In

the

cash room.

Arnold Washington. You live at 311 Hazel
Street in Quincy with a wife named

Linda and three small dogs. Do not make
a distress call.

Also in the cash room.

Morton Clement.

You live at 27 Counting Lane, Randolph.

Wife, also Linda.

Look, the Lindas want you to open this
door.

We have men outside your homes.

Get the kid out of here.

They got friends of the guys at Walpole.
They'll make their lives rip -ass hell.

Don't you worry about it, old -timer.

No one's going to prison.

at 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.

That's a motherfucker who robbed the Red
Sox like this was Jack Clark.

I looked around the block. No cars, no
vans around, nothing.

Maybe we're too early.

Too late. Guys, let's go. I want the
street clear. Come on, get these people

of here. Let's go.

Sir, we've been trying to hail the
security for the cash flow. We're not

a response.

That's us inside.

They look like EMTs.

I count four.

Maybe one down.

Go.

Get the fuck out of here!

There's a million fucking cops out
there!

You're looking for fucking cops.

I'm going to roll out the front.

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

The whole fucking force is on me.

You know I can take a pinch.

Don't worry about it. Only give me your
first name.

See you in Florida, kid.

See you when you get back.

All right, guys, let's back up. Hey,

hey, you VPD need to fuck off.

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

Put your fucking hand up to me. Go.

Walk away. It's my kill.

I don't know if we're dealing with some
high level of fucking genius here with

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

Cops? Yeah, two cops, they said.

Okay. Officer, can you hold up a minute?

Visual on Coughlin heading south toward
Boylston.

Hotel parking lot on Van Ness. Dressed
as BPD.

Officer.

Offlin.

Rusty, something went wrong.

Come here.

Fergie!

I came in hot, saw the suspect running
across the street with a Tech 9.

I lit up the tires, I jumped out of the
cruiser, engaged the suspect, and I was

gunned to fire.

It's a force.

Bobby, Bobby, what happened?

Somebody got Fergie.

Jesus Christ, that's gotta be McCray.

Can you come here?

You want me to come where you are now?

Mm -hmm.

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

Why?

What if there are police there?

Well, if you think I should probably
come by then, I guess that's what I'll

Yeah.

Okay.

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

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

I'll see you.

Doug? Doug?

I want you to come. I really want to see
you.

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

Well, uh... I'm on my way, then.

Bye.

Goodbye, Quentin.

All right, all right. I'd say we've done
our part here, huh? You know what?

Not now.

I know he says he's coming, but I want
people at Logan, South Station,

Greyhound, Subway, everything, now.

City's coming.

Good.

Sir, we need you to stay off the street.
Going to work. No problem.

How

long?

40 minutes.

Alleyway clear? Yes, sir.

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 find him.

You good?

Hey, best possible outcome, you know.

Well done.

It's for you.

Thank 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, I'm 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.

Been so long since I seen your face.

Felt a part of this human race.

I've been living out of this hair
suitcase for way too long.

Man needs something he can hold on to.

Nine pound hammer or a woman like you.

Either one of them things.

Jolie, I ain't about to go straight.

It's too late.

I found myself face down in the ditch.

Booze in my hair, blood on my lips.

Picture you holding a picture of me in
the park.

Still don't know what love means.

Still don't know what love means.

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream.

Sold my coat when I hit spokane.

Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes
in the early morning rain.

Lately my hands, they don't feel like
mine.

My eyes been stung with dust and blind.

Held you in my arms one time.

Jolie, I ain't about to go straight.

It's too late.

I found myself face down in the ditch,
oozing my hair

and blood on my lips. A picture of you
holding a picture of me in the

pocket of my...

Still don't know what love means.

Still don't know what love means.