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I don't want to be a product of my environment.

I want my environment to be a product of me.

Years ago, we had the church.

That was only a way of saying we had each other.

But now, I don't know, it's a funny thing.

It put hate in your heart.

The Knights of Columbus were real headbreakers, true guineas. They took

over their piece of the city.

Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job, we had the

presidency. May he rest in peace.

That's what the niggers don't realize.

If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this.

No one gives it to you.

You have to take it.

Vin, don't make me have to come down here again for this.

It won't happen again, Mr. C.

Carmen's developing into a fine young lady.

You should be proud.

You

get your

period yet, Carmen?

You Johnny Sullivan's kid?

You live with your grandmother?

Yeah. Then, get him a couple loaves of bread, a couple half gallons of milk.

You like bologna and cheese?

Give him some cold cuts. Throw some mayo in.

You like comic books?

You do good in school?

Yeah. That's good.

I did, too.

They call that a paradox.

Just keep it.

Buy yourself some makeup.

You ever want to earn a little extra money, you come by L Street.

You know where I am on L Street.

Good.

Good boy.

To you, O Lord, we commend the soul of Alphonsus, your servant.

In the sight of this world, he is now dead.

forgive whatever sins he committed through human weakness.

Amen. Church wants you in your place.

Kneel, stand, kneel, stand.

If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you.

A man makes his own way.

No one gives it to you. You have to take it.

Non serviam.

James Joyce.

Smart call.

Guineas from the north end down Providence try to tell me what to do.

And something maybe happened to him.

Maybe, uh... Like that.

Jeez.

She felt funny.

Francis, you really should see somebody.

When you decide to be something, you can be it. That's what they don't tell you

in the church.

When I was your age, they would say we could become cops or criminals.

Today, what I'm saying is this.

When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?

It's my boy.

Criminal ballistics is the study of a projectile as it hits a target and the

destruction that it causes. Take, for instance, what you carry.

nine millimeter hollow point when the hollow point actually hits the skull

what happens it mushrooms and what it mushrooms it peels back so you may have

six eight ten little particles of the bullet that are like razor blades

tearing their internal organs liver their lungs their heart bringing tissue

bone blood brain matter and that's called a blowback

you

quiz

Firemen getting pussy for the first time in the history of fire or pussy.

Hey, go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos.

Pencils.

Begin.

What are you looking at?

Forget it.

Your father was a janitor. Your son's only a cop.

Fucking firefighters are a bunch of homos.

They are. So she tells me, you never finish anything.

You finish the police course, you're taken care of again, baby.

So after graduation, I get a blowjob again.

That's great. Your mother must be a wonderful woman.

Fuck yourself.

Put it this way, you're a black guy in Boston.

You don't need any help from me to be completely fucked.

The Massachusetts State Police has a long tradition of excellence.

Your graduation today solidifies your acceptance into one of the finest law

enforcement agencies in our nation. As the governor of the Commonwealth of

Massachusetts, I am confident each and every one of you will serve with

distinction, honor, and integrity.

Congratulations to all our new troopers.

Thank you. You are dismissed.

Sullivan, assigned the plane clothes right out of the gate. Congratulations.

We're gonna go out for a beer. You wanna come? No, no, I'll catch up with you

guys.

School's out.

Thank you, Frank.

You earned it.

No more pencils, no more books.

All right. This is not the regular police.

This is the state police. Fire!

Your training will illustrate the difference. Let police therefore!

Let police open the door!

What's the difference?

Go, go, go, go!

Is that understood?

Sir, yes, sir!

Sir, yes, sir!

Get the fuck down right now! Get down right now!

Congratulations on passing the detective's exam and welcome to the

Special Investigation Unit. Whoop-dee-fucking-do.

We won't be working together.

That is, directly, you'll be working for Captain Elevier, but I like to see

everybody.

You're a worker.

You rise fast.

Like a 12-year-old's dick.

Thank you, Sergeant.

My pleasure.

Thank you, sir. Good luck.

Congratulations. Thanks, hon.

You can go in there now.

You can sit.

So... do you know what we do here?

My section?

Sir, yes, sir, I have an idea, sir. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's say you have no

idea and leave it at that, okay?

No idea.

Zip. None.

If you had an idea about what we do, we would not be good at what we do, would

we? We would be cunts.

Are you calling us cunts?

Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own.

I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.

So, you got family connections down in Southie, right? Through your father?

Why don't you tell us about your Uncle Jackie?

He was a carpet layer for Jordan Marsh.

Uncle Jackie was a small-time bookie who attended bar at the Vets in Somerville.

He got popped by the Castro in 95. We found his body out by the airport.

That's right.

I remember his funeral.

Oh, good.

Closed casket?

That's right.

So, tell anybody up at Deerfield that is before you got kicked out for wheeling

on a gym teacher with a folding chair? Yeah, I don't think I met his demise

like that.

I got a question.

How fucked up are you?

Hi,

Darlene.

What you got, Staff Sergeant?

No time, you made Sergeant.

That's right, you. What a country.

Perfect.

Hey, I don't mind going it alone.

You know, if you went alone every once in a while, you might get somewhere.

We're cops, all right? This isn't some way.

All right, look, I know you're a worker.

Maybe I can do something for you.

You got any suits at home, or would you like coming to work dressed like you're

going to invade Poland?

You got quite the family tree here, kid. That maggot uncle of yours, Tommy

Costigan, is another goof.

He gets busted selling guns to federal officers, among many, many, many other

departures from our normative behavior. What's this got to do with me, huh? Why

are you pretending to be a cop?

This unit is new, and you are the newest members of it.

You have been selected for it on the basis of intelligence and aptitude. This

is an elite unit.

Our job is to smash or marginally disrupt organized crime in the city.

by enhanced cooperation with the FBI, represented here today by Agent Frank

Lazio. And we will do it. And by organized crime in this city, you know

who we mean.

That's Jackie Costigan. That's an old picture. Jackie met his demise.

Nice known photograph.

Costello uses three key guys.

That's Fitzy, off-the-boat psycho, lives in Brockton with his mother. She's

straight out of Going My Way.

Delahunt, muscle.

French, the number one, but of course the rock star, you know who.

We've done a briefing book, so read up. I want any and all ideas so I can pass

them off as my own.

Work hard and you'll rise fast. You're in the best possible position in the

department. Let's go to work.

Your old man was a fucking hump from Southie.

Baggage handle at the airport, right?

Family's all criminals except for the old man, huh?

And one priest, since you seem to know everything.

Last I heard, he was happily married to a 12-year-old boy living on a beach in

Thailand.

Fucking families dug into the Southie projects like ticks.

Three deck of men at best. You, however, grew up on the North Shore, huh?

A lotty fucking dot.

You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right?

Huh? One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother, you're upper middle

class during the weeks, then you're dropping your eyes and you're hanging in

the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy the fucking donkey on the

weekends. I got that right?

Yep. You have different accents?

You did, didn't you, you little fucking snake? You were like different people.

You a psychiatrist?

Well, if I was, I'd ask you why you're a statey making 30 grand a year, and I

think if I was Sigmund fucking Freud, I wouldn't get an answer.

So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the

stateys?

Families are always rising or falling in America, am I right?

Who said that?

Hawthorne.

What's the matter, smartass? You don't know any fucking Shakespeare?

We have a question Do you want to be a cop or do you want to appear to be a cop

it's an honest question A lot of guys want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge,

pretend they're on TV.

A lot of them just want to slam a nigger's head through a plate glass

window. I'm all set without your own personal job application.

The fuck did you say to me, Trini? With all due respect, sir, what do you want

from me? Hey, asshole, he can't help you.

I know what you are, okay? I know what you are, and I know what you're not.

I'm the best friend you have on the face of this earth, and I'm going to help you

understand something, you punk.

You're no fucking cop!

He's right.

We deal in deception here. What we do not deal with is self-deception.

Five years from now, you could be anything else in the world, but you will

not be a Massachusetts State Trooper.

You sure of that?

I'm sure of that. Karen fucking Teed.

You have 1,400 on your SATs, kid. You're an astronaut, not a statey.

You don't have much family.

I don't have any family.

What's this I hear from Stephanie about? You becoming a policeman?

You mean Stephanie was the only one who came to my father's funeral?

That Stephanie?

Yeah, that Stephanie.

Not much to it, Uncle Edward.

Well, you trying to prove something to the family?

When you say the family, who do you mean exactly? You?

You always have to question everything, don't you?

You know, maybe it would have done you some good to have some questions from

time to time. You know, am I an asshole?

Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?

I mean, those are questions, right?

Have I ever been good to my dying sister, or am I just now pretending to

be?

Do you need some money for the funeral?

When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.

It's very lovely.

You get the high ceilings. You get the parquet floors.

The bathroom is massive. The fridge.

It's got an alarm in it in case you have, you know, eating issues, which is

a joke, not a very funny one.

There's a great view of the State House, Beacon Hill, if you can see it.

I mean, you move in, you're upper class by about Tuesday.

So, you're a cop.

Yeah, state police detective.

State police detective.

And are you a married state police detective?

No.

Because it's kind of a, sort of a big place and... I have a cosigner.

Oh, cool.

Yeah, you tend to have a house guest. That's cool.

Great. Just give me the papers.

Sure.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her.

May she rest in peace.

Amen. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy

of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

So what do I do?

There's money behind this operation.

You won't be paid as a regular cop, but there's a bonus involved.

Tax-free.

We can't conceal that you were a trainee.

You'll be convicted of a crime.

We're thinking a guilty plea to assault and battery would make sense.

Given your nature?

You'd do enough jail time to convince anyone this is no setup. You'd be on

probation, see a court-ordered shrink, the whole nine yards.

You want to serve the Commonwealth, this is your chance.

We need you, pal.

You've already pretended to be a Costigan from South Boston.

Every weekend, Sergeant.

Perfect.

Do it again.

For me.

Top sales! I lost my leg!

Hey, you Billy Costigan?

Yeah, who wants to know?

Well, nothing. I know a Sean Costigan down on L Street.

That's my cousin.

That's connected.

Not too bright.

Yeah, I know. I mean, no offense.

Yeah, it's me.

Oh, my God.

Good to see you. Aunt Kathy, how are you? Oh, good to see you. Come on in.

You said you was in the States.

I couldn't believe it. I got picked out like four months ago.

Yeah, it was in the papers.

So you know.

And why are we graced with your presence?

Brought your mother some pictures of my father.

Look at the smile.

My mother had them.

My mother's dead.

Sorry. Sorry for your troubles.

I was at a funeral myself.

I had... Miles Kennefic.

Knew him in school.

He's a young guy.

You know, it's terrible.

It's a shame.

You remember that? What a night. That was a night. Listen, listen.

I got like... Like 30,000 bucks, right?

Insurance money.

Yeah. You know, after my mother passed and everything. Yeah, yeah.

In your line of work, if I gave you...

Like, what, say 10,000?

What could I get back?

You know what... You know what you usually say at these moments?

What?

What? Come on, man.

Oh, come on, you fucking moron. Come on.

What, you want me to say it?

Huh?

I'm not a cop, all right?

I'm your fucking cousin.

You're bad.

He's a corrupt fuck-ass.

He must be my cousin.

Fuckin' Ricans think they know everything.

If they knew shit, they wouldn't be Puerto Ricans.

I was very good, big is for big.

Shut the fuck up for five seconds, huh?

That's right.

You used to be a cop. We're working, dude. Just try to limit it to two eight

balls an hour, alright?

We're not even supposed to be doing this shit this close to Worcester.

Beside of Worcester.

Says who? Says him. Says Costello.

God says, as far as you're concerned.

No, no, no, he's no cop. He got out of the joint three weeks ago.

Cunt cop.

No, no, no, no. He talks like his shit don't stink, but he's good people.

Well, I knew his father.

I liked his Uncle Jackie better. Jackie was all right. Uncle Jackie was

excellent. Mm, fucking guineas.

After Jackie. Uncle Jack. Sláinte.

Cranberry juice.

It's a natural diuretic.

My girlfriend drinks it when she's got her period.

What do you got, your period?

Fuck!

Get your fucking hands off me! Hey, hey, hey.

Do you know me?

No. No.

Well, I'm the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there's guys

you can't.

Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't

hit. So I'm gonna make a fucking ruling on this right now.

You don't fucking hit him. You understand?

Yeah, excellent. Fine.

Fine, fine.

I fucking know you.

I know your family.

You make one more drug deal with that idiot fucking cop magnate of a cousin of

yours, and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me.

I'll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

What are you drinking?

A cranberry juice.

What is it, your period?

Get him a cranberry juice.

Hey, fuckhead, it's Jackie's nephew.

What?

Oh, fucking what?

Get the fuck out of here.

Sorry I'm late.

Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the undercover section. His undercover

work is extensive.

He's here to give us his report, Sergeant Dignam.

Okay.

My people are out there. They're like fucking Indians.

You're not gonna see them, you're not gonna hear about them, except for me or

Captain Queen.

You will not ever know the identity of undercover people.

Unfortunately, this shithole has more fucking leaks than the Iraqi Navy.

Fuck yourself.

I'm tired from fucking your wife. How's your mother? Good. She's tired from

fucking my father.

Good. Today, girls, what I have for you is microprocessors.

Somebody, as you may already know, stole 20 microprocessors from the mass

processor company out on Route 128.

These are the kind of processors they put into computers that could put a

cruise missile up the ass of a camel from a couple hundred miles away.

These little pieces of plastic are worth about 100 grand apiece.

Get this, we got a guy working for the company two months, walks right out the

front door with a box of processors on Tuesday, has a ticket booked for Florida

on Wednesday, but on Thursday, he gets found in a dumpster. You know where that

derp all started his life?

Southie Projects. What was his name? The departed.

Miles Kennefic. Got the job to forge UMass Transcript.

UMass Boston, which happens to be in... South Boston?

Oh, you're a fucking genius, huh? Who forged your transcript, dickhead?

Hey, this guy, his old man runs the Hibernian Liquor Mod. Kennefix.

We're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag. We're here to nail

Costello.

All right, look.

We got a guy who says he hears Costello's moving the process to China.

He set up the whole fucking job in Pop Kennefic.

You do not want to miss it if Costello takes a dump. We'd miss a lot less if

you made your informants available to us and, of course, to the Bureau. Without

asking for too many details, do you have anyone in with Costello presently?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Maybe fuck yourself.

My theory on feds is they're like mushrooms.

Feed them shit and keep them in the dark.

Girls have a good day.

Normally, he's a very nice guy.

Don't judge him from this meeting alone.

Now, Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son.

I knew Miles.

Now, he was a little younger than me, but he was behind me in school.

I want to get these people who did this to him.

Would you like to help us? You want to help us catch the people who forced your

son to do a robbery and then killed him?

Allegedly.

Allegedly. If he was killed, he probably did something wrong.

What, not the robbery? That's not wrong.

He did something else wrong?

Wave to your girlfriend, honey.

I mean, fuck yourself.

Did you get that?

Allegedly or fuck yourself?

Welcome to the neighborhood. Different breed down here, Sarge.

Give me a cup of coffee.

You making a house call?

Have I seen you professionally?

No, no.

I know who you are, though. I know.

Guys gotta use their service revolver in the course of duty, and then they get to

come to talk to you about their feelings and whatnot.

No, no, I know how it goes.

You're a mental health professional.

Yeah, I have an appointment on this floor.

Oh, well, you'll have fun. They're all freaking crazy on that floor.

I'm one more up. Oh, fancy policeman. Yeah, that's right, fancy. Are you a

stadium? Yeah, I am. I'm actually going to law school also.

Suffolk nights?

Well, yeah, they don't run Hobbit at night, last time I checked. When was the

last time you checked?

Before I went to fucking Suffolk.

Okay, listen, I went to UMass. I wasn't insulting you. Well, I thought you were,

so now you've got to buy me dinner.

Well, maybe you can shoot someone, and then you'd have to see me

professionally.

I'll stab someone in the heart with a fucking ice pick if it gets me dinner

with you.

No, no, it's all right. I'm a detective. I'll find you. No, sir, I'm just joking.

I need the cut.

That helps.

Nice to meet you.

Madeline.

Hi, Dad. I had no idea about the tale until I saw it.

No, I couldn't. I had the other guy with me. I couldn't... All right, it's a blue

sedan. And then a white van is fucked up with graffiti on the side, and the van

is the audio surveillance.

All right, have a nice day.

Cut him here.

Bye-bye.

Come on, Babu. I can't do anymore. I cannot move off it. Please don't let me

go back empty-handed. Please don't do this. I want to help you. Come to my

store next Friday. I'll give you the money. This is Friday, Babu. How many

times I got to tell you? You keep on calling me Babu. It's Singh,

motherfucker. I'm trying to help you. You keep on telling me I'm your friend.

Yeah. You don't even know my fucking name. You want me to catch a beating?

I'm going to catch a beating if I go back again like last week. See this guy?

You see this guy? This guy don't want you to have the money.

Because he wants to come back there and squash your head. And I don't want to

see that happen. I have one customer sitting here.

What am I going to do? Business is bad?

You opened up a store in an Irish neighborhood. These are dirty, dirty

people. Don't you know that? Sell potatoes.

I don't know what you're going to do. Excuse me, gentlemen.

You fellas come from Providence?

There's no business where we come from, is there now?

Whatever, in cannolis or something?

Now you also do probation work, right? That's right. I see violent offenders.

Oh, bad guys.

Not necessarily.

Oh.

Yeah, they get this, but they don't get duck l'orange.

Was your meal okay?

Yeah, no, no, the lobster was good. I just, you know, because it was a French

restaurant. I'm surprised.

I'm waiting for you to make your move.

Oh, look, I don't know. If that thing moves, I'm going to shoot it.

I don't even know what it is.

So what's it like having people find themselves in your office all day long?

Does it get messy with all those feelings flying around?

Why? Does that make you uncomfortable?

No, no, no, no. No? No, no, no.

No, I'm not on your couch.

Well, you know what Freud said about the Irish.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, if you actually do, I'll see you again.

Who says I want to see you again?

Don't you?

You should see your face.

Don't you?

Of course I want to see you again.

What Freud said about the Irish is we're the only people who are impervious to

psychoanalysis.

Yeah.

He said that. I know he did. So you're up Schitt's Creek with a client list

full of Mick cops. I mean, opening up, good luck to you. Yeah.

Why do you do it, then?

Some people do get better.

Fair enough.

Sometimes I just want people to forget about their personal bullshit and do

their jobs.

Including the criminals?

Well, if they don't do their jobs, you don't have one.

I'll always have a job.

I'll just arrest innocent people.

I mean, you are trouble. No, you don't know the half of it. I'll arrest you

right now.

My word against yours.

And then I see her dancing at the wedding with you-know-who.

And the other wife says to him, why don't you go up to Parents Without

Partners? And he goes, Ma, they're all a bunch of losers at the Parents Without

Partners.

So I say to him, Princess Carolina Monaco's a loser because she got a

divorce.

See you later.

Do you know who I am?

No.

You met my friend, Mr. French, the other night.

Is his real name Mr. French?

I'm not asking you.

You know something? They just do not stop having the mafia in Providence.

And this can cause me a lot of problems.

Those guys you tuned up, they're connected down Providence.

What they're gonna do...

is come back with some guys and kill you.

Which, sure as you're born, they will do.

Unless I stop them.

Do you want me to stop them?

Is this something I can't do personally?

I'm gonna have my associates search you.

No, no one's fucking searching me. Search me for what? Contra-fucking-ban.

Take your shoes off.

Shoes.

I knew your father.

Yeah?

He ain't always dead.

Oh, sorry.

How'd he go?

Dead. He didn't complain?

Hex. Yeah.

That was his problem.

Who said he had a problem?

I just said he had a fucking problem.

As a man could have been anything.

Are you trying to say that he was nothing?

I'm saying he worked at the airport.

It's clean.

Arm. Yeah, come on. What arm? What fucking arm?

Show me your arm.

Flip it.

Makes me curious to see you

in this neighborhood.

He's clean.

And if I can slander my own environment...

It makes me sad, this regression.

Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some fucking cocked prick like Queen to pull

you out of the state he's in and send you after me.

I just can't know.

I don't know what they do in that particular department, anyway.

Are you still a cop?

No! No!

Swear on your mother's grave you're still not a cop!

I am not a...

Are you going to stop doing coke deals with your jerk-off fucking cousin?

Yes, yes, yes.

All right, all right.

You're okay. You'll be all right.

Get your hand taken care of.

I'm sorry. It was necessary.

As for our problem with Providence...

Let's not cry over spilled guineas.

Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar?

Just kidding. How's your mother?

She's on her way out.

You all are. Act accordingly.

Here it is, your highness.

As ordered.

Get in the car. I want to show you something.

What's got you all hot and bothered?

Get in the car. You'll see.

Do you trust him?

Well, these days, um, who's reliable?

It's Uncle Jack he was.

Yeah, you can't trust a guy who acts like he's got nothing to lose.

What about your wife, Otto?

Well, I thought she was.

She wasn't.

Well, she got reliable.

Don't you people ever shut the fuck up.

Oh, another count he heard from one too many. She's got a big match of this for

me. I love the little silver that shines in her hair.

I love the deer finger, it's a tile one for me.

God bless her and keep her, Mother McCree.

Ah, the principles of detection tell me that these two gentlemen came from

Providence. Senator Stanley MPB. I'd appreciate it if you'd get out of my

crime scene.

Yeah, actually, it's my crime scene, but knock yourself out. Thanks.

I saw a dead guy.

I think I'm having post-traumatic stress.

Can I meet you for lunch?

All right, see you then.

Who's the lead detective?

Good. These are locks.

Get the cops to look at Jimmy Pappas for the hit. Of course, he had nothing to do

with it. He'll say so.

You look in this car, you'll find a gun that didn't register the official.

Providence. In the trunk of the glove compartment.

Hey, you want to see some dead guys?

Hey, this will get Captain Allaby on the 6 o'clock news.

No wonder you get ahead.

Have a seat, Bill.

You know John Lennon.

Yeah, sure. He was the president before Lincoln.

Lennon said, I'm an artist.

You give me a fucking tuber, I'll get you something out of it.

I tell you, Mr. Costo, I'd like to squeeze some fucking money out of it.

Smart mouth.

Too bad.

If you'll indulge me.

Now what?

Quiet practice.

Quiet practice.

The point I'm making with John Lennon is a man could look at anything.

And make something out of it.

For instance, I look at you, and I think, what could I use you for?

Get rid of this.

French?

Put it downstairs here. Hey, thank you. Maybe we could work something out.

Good. And send this to his wife.

I thought it was nice the way you asked the guy which hand he jerked off with.

I hope this don't shake Rita up.

So I remember she ain't that sentimental.

That was quick. Think he's dead already?

We have to do it by phone. I won't do it if I have to wear a wire. No wires ever,

you understand?

You don't know what this is like. Micro-processors. Micro-what?

Micro-processors. We'll probably be at war with the Chinese in 20-odd years,

and Costello is selling them military technology.

Microprocessors, chips, computer parts. Anybody says anything about anything

like that, you let us know.

So who did the two guys from Providence?

Jimmy Pappas.

What happened to Jimmy Pappas?

Jimmy had a rough month.

Jimmy had a heart attack in jail, and then he got himself knifed at Boston

City Hospital.

I believe it's been in the papers.

You seem quite happy with that result.

Fucking result.

Yeah, but Cui Bono, who benefits?

Cui gives a shit. It's got a freaking bow on it.

I think you are a cop, my son.

Where's your fucking license?

What license? I don't see no fucking license. What license? There's no such

thing as a license, of course. But you, you definitely need to have fucking...

You're not being run by us. You're being run by someone else. That means you

bring some undesirable elements into Mr. Costello's area.

I was going for my fucking cigarettes.

Hey.

It's Jimmy Bags.

He was re... I don't know. What the fuck are you doing?

I'm in the hole, I pay him two grand a week. There's no profit, I pay him two

grand a week. You make more fucking money. This is America.

You don't make money, you're a fucking douchebag. Now what you gonna do?

I'll make more money. That's the spirit.

Fuck.

Don't worry about it. The guy don't need his fucking teeth anyway.

It's a small surveillance subunit, but it's mine.

And I didn't take this job in order to fuck it up, let anyone else fuck it up.

I handpicked this group.

You're my A-team.

Now I prime...

Hi, Captain. This crazy fuck knocked Jimmy Baggs' teeth out.

So? Look, he was reaching for his fucking... Yeah, he was reaching for his

cigarettes. You gonna give me shit, huh? Look, it wasn't for no reason, all

right, Frank? The man reached into his coat. I don't know if he's a bookie or

what the fuck he's doing, you know? Well, you do know what a bookie does,

don't you?

Yeah.

It pays you.

Queen is compartmentalizing everything in SIU, which is the right thing to do.

Personally, I don't trust half the fucking troopers out there anymore.

Bottom line, we think we might have a problem.

We think Costello's got a rat in the state police.

Really? Yeah, really.

Do we have direct access to Queen and his undercovers?

No, no, not presently.

Uh, but I'm working on that. Here, Bill, this is for you.

From now on, call the bar, ask for Mikey, just Mikey.

You ask for Mikey because there is no Mikey.

You wait, we'll call you. You got that?

Yeah, yeah, I got that. Sorry I didn't hear you.

I got that.

Good.

Hi, Dad.

I got promoted.

All right.

You know...

If your father were alive and saw you here sitting with me, let's say he'd

have a word with me about this. In fact, he'd kill seven guys just to cut my

throat, and he could do it.

Which is maybe something you don't know about William Costigan, Sr.

So he never, I mean, never?

No, no, no. He kept his own counsel.

He never wanted money.

Can't do anything with a man like that Your uncle Jackie he also would kill my

entire fucking family if he saw me here with you And I think about this

So

what the fuck are we talking about here?

Did you ever think about going back to school school?

With all due respect, Mr. Costello, school is out.

Maybe someday you'll wake the fuck up.

Good day, folks.

Good morning, Francis.

Good morning.

You recall our chat?

Little boys, sucking on their peckers, et cetera, so forth.

I am as God made me. Was that your rationale?

May I remind you, in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.

May I remind you that pride comes before the fall.

How's Sister Mary Theresa doing?

Had a tasty relationship before she took her vows.

Enjoy your clams, cocksuckers.

Pay him!

What do you got for me, Trooper?

Uniform clipped him for a suspended license.

However, as he's the subject of an open investigation... More than one. Yeah,

he's one of Costello's crew. Yeah, we're getting to Warren. We can't get an

address off of him.

He paged his lawyer, but the lawyer hasn't called back yet. Who's the

lawyer? He didn't know the name. Just had a number on the card.

Beeper number.

And the guy didn't show up?

No.

He beeped him?

Twice.

Give me your phone.

Turn that off.

What? Turn the fucking camera off.

Give it to me. He doesn't know what the fucking lawyer looks like.

Whose briefcase is this?

All right.

It's off. You're good.

Afternoon, Mr.

Fitzgibbons. You can't do that.

You just did.

You're my attorney.

What do you think?

Now, have you made any statements or phone calls I need to be made aware of?

I beeped you.

The count.

They gave me.

That's it.

That's it?

That's it.

I think you need to call your mother and tell her you're not going to be home for

supper.

Camera's off.

It's off. Call your mother.

Look it.

They're suiting up for a raid right now.

I don't know where they're going, but they do.

And so do you.

So make the call.

Look it, fuckstick.

You don't gotta trust me.

Just listen to what I'm saying to you.

Mum, I'm not going to make it home for supper.

Sorry, your hat got held up.

Yeah, no, you can't be on without me.

I'll talk to you later, OK?

Bye.

Everybody out.

Move.

Thank you.

So, who are you?

You know, I think you need a different attorney after all. Mr.

Fitzgibbons, have a great day. When the fuck am I gonna get out? All right.

Run the last number he called. That's his house.

Now, whatever the address is, I'll swear to the judge I surveilled him there and

abber-fucking-cadabber. We got a warrant.

Why did you use my phone?

Because you didn't go in there.

Oh! Oh!

The light's nice here in the morning.

So, do you want to talk about last night?

You know, it's alright.

Guys tend to make too big a deal out of it.

It was actually quite common.

I gotta go to work.

Do you lie?

Why?

Do you?

No, I'm asking if you lie.

Honesty is not synonymous with truth.

Yeah, you lie.

You lie.

Is it to do some good, to get somewhere personally, or what, just for the fuck

of it?

I expect that some people do it to keep things on an even keel.

Wow.

So you had a parent who was a drunk.

Did you?

No.

Let's keep it with you.

Talk about how you feel.

How I feel?

How do I feel?

Ryan, stop it.

No, please.

I ain't gonna hurt you.

You sit there with a mass murderer.

A mass murderer.

Your heart rate is jacked.

Your hand... Steady.

That's one thing I figured out about myself in prison. My hand does not

shake.

Ever.

Wake the fuck up.

There was a cop leaving when I came in.

How did you know he was a cop?

Bad haircut, no dress sense, and a slight, you know... Heir of scumbag

entitlement. Do you see cops?

That's part of what I do. I mean, I normally don't see cadets who've been

kicked out of the academy.

Oh, boy.

You should get a better job, huh?

Should I?

So, do they all come in here and cry, your cops?

Sometimes they do.

Yeah, sure. Sometimes they cry, yeah.

If they've had trouble at home, if they've had to use their weapons. Use

their weapons?

Let me tell you something.

They signed up to use their weapons most of them. All right, but they watch

enough TV So they know they have to weep after they use their weapons. There is

no one more full of shit than a cop Except for a cop on TV.

I Looked at your file and I see you you've a record of assault Yeah

So what was it like for you in jail?

What? You want to hear about the showers? Is that what you want to hear

about? Did something happen to you?

No.

Okay, kid, let's do this.

Come on, spread them.

Hey, what do you think? You can pop somebody and there's a special card to

play? That guy Jimmy Bags, whose jaw you broke, happens to work undercover for

the Boston Police Department.

I'm going fucking nuts, man. I can't be someone else every fucking day. It's

been a year of this. I've had enough of this shit. Calm down, all right? Most of

the people in the world do it every day. What's the big deal? Well, I'm not them,

all right? I'm not fucking them, okay?

Exactly. You're nobody.

You signed the papers, remember?

Now, we're the only two people on the face of this earth that even know you're

a cop.

How about we just erase your file?

Huh? How about that? How about we erase your file, and then bang, you're just

another soldier for Costello, open to arrest for I don't know how many

felonies, huh? What do you say we do that, Captain? I'm gonna fucking kill

you, huh? I'm gonna fucking kill you!

That was a joke. Come on. It wasn't a joke. Just because you play a tough guy

doesn't mean you are one, you lace-curtain Irish fucking foot.

Hey! Hey!

Stop it!

Break it up! Stop it!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

God damn it! Stop it! That's an order!

For Christ's sake, be smart.

If anybody's watching us now, how are we not supposed to arrest you?

Come on, get in the car.

Both of you, get in the car!

When are you going to take Costello, huh? I mean, what's wrong with taking

him on any one of the million fucking felonies that you've seen him do or I've

seen him do? I mean, he murdered somebody, right? The guy fucking

murdered somebody and you don't fucking take him. What are you waiting for,

honestly? Do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor? Is that what

you guys want? That might stick. Will you shut up?

We are building a case, and it takes time. You know that.

Something's wrong. I'm telling you, something's wrong.

Yeah, maybe.

Look, I need you to keep your ears open, all right? No bullshit.

I think Costello's got a spy inside the Special Investigation Unit.

You serious?

I'm afraid so.

Have you heard anything like that?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hang tight for me, kid.

Just a little while longer.

We are this close.

I'm ready.

What do you expect coming in here? I have to come here.

I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want?

You want the truth?

Valium.

You know, if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.

What's that say about what you do for a living? I just think we should have a

few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions. Look, look.

I'm having panic attacks, all right? The other night, I thought I was having a

fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't

slept for fucking weeks.

Is that true? Yeah, that's true, all right? I said something fucking true. I

want some fucking pills, and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file?

Is that what you're gonna do? I didn't mean to close your file.

I know, I know. I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fucking

here. You are, yes. The guy comes in here against every instinct of privacy,

of self-reliance that he has, and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send

him off on the street to score smack?

Is that what you do?

You're fucking ridiculous.

Two pills?

Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun?

to blow my fucking head off. Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit? You

know what? You can leave. What the fuck did I just put myself through? I'm

fucking out of here.

And what if that was a legitimate threat?

Think about it, fucking hot shot.

Why is the last patient of the day always the hardest one?

It's because you're tired and you don't give a shit. It's not supernatural.

Listen.

Listen. You know, I'm not just somebody that you have to see or they put you in

jail.

Okay? I mean, if you're in distress, I will help you.

What's this?

It's my card and a prescription for 20 lorazepam.

Yeah?

Is it enough to commit suicide?

Maybe it is.

All right?

Okay? Have I done my job up to your goddamn standards? Because according to

my standards, you fit the model of drug-seeking behavior.

You know, and too damn bad if you don't like my initial clinical reaction.

Thank you.

I'm transferring you to another counselor.

Good. Okay.

You want to get a cup of coffee?

Bring it in here, please. Bring it in.

Come on in.

Our target is a major transaction of microprocessors.

Yes, those.

I don't know what they are. You don't know what they are. Who gives a fuck?

Cash.

Lots of cash. We're going to change hands inside a building that we have

under AV surveillance close by. I know this off-site location is not the best,

but we've had very little time to set up. Do you guys know anything about

this? Staff Sergeant Sullivan's team will ID the bad guys and listen in on

the phones. Our unit will not take action.

I repeat, not take action until a man that Captain Queen has inside their

operation verifies the transaction. Are we clear?

Anybody? Any questions?

No?

This is who we're after.

We've been after this cocksucker for a long time, and tonight we are going to

get him.

Let's go to work. All right, you guys find out what we're doing and get on it.

Hey. I'm sorry to get you at the last minute, but things leak. This lead came

from Queen's undercover guy. I'm gonna have a smoke right now. You want a

smoke? You don't smoke, do you? What do you want, all those fitness freaks, huh?

Go fuck yourself.

Hi,

Dad. Yes.

Yeah, something big came up at work. I'm not gonna be home for supper.

Too bad.

Your mother worked all goddamn day.

We'll just have to sit down without you and your friends.

Oh, no, my friends are still coming.

So we'll just, uh... I'll just see you for lunch instead tomorrow.

Your mother will be proud.

All right. Thanks, Pa. Bye.

The readiness is all.

You know the players.

Call the game.

Thank you.

You ready?

Is your highness going to drop me off at confession before work or fuck me or

what? What have you got to confess to that anointed pederast? A confessional

seal these days?

I'm not so sure.

Piece of cake. He'll operate the cameras, you ID the guys and log them.

All cell phone signals are under surveillance through the courtesy of our

federal friends over there.

Patriot Act.

Patriot Act. I love it. I love it. I love it.

Keep an eye out.

All right, here we go.

There's Costello, Mr. French, there's Fitzy, Della Hunt, and the new guy,

Billy Costigan.

Time is 10.46.

All right, turn off your cell phones.

Fitzy's got the chicken.

Check your weapons.

We have a blind spot why do we have a blind spot we had two hours notice two

hours Fuck you think this is NASA. I never crossed my mind. Have you got a

camera in the back what back?

How you going Rob good mr. Costello, I want to tell you these two these gents

have machine guns

He's from the Chinese government. I mean, he's just scared shitless.

Government man.

I'm scared.

I'm concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's wise to come to a business

transaction with automatic weapons.

For his own

good, tell Bruce Lee and the karate kids none of us are carrying automatic

weapons. Because here, in this country, it don't add inches to your dick.

You get a life sentence for it.

Phone turn.

Phone day turn.

Yeah, maybe we had some of that Homeland Security money, like some of the fucking

douchebags I could mention.

Any calls?

They turned off their cell phones.

Search randomly for calls made from the area.

807 phones are live in this area.

Then narrow the area.

What you see there for service is what you're gonna get. Yeah, why the fuck did

they turn their phones off?

Wait, there's still one phone up. Where?

The buyers are there.

You know, direct contact with your guys would have its advantages.

Not to my guy.

This is unbelievable.

Who put the fucking cameras in this place?

Oh, who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.

If these chinks want to nuke Taiwan any time in the century, they better shape

up and show me one million dollars.

What we generally do in this country is one guy brings the

items and the other guy pays him.

No ticky, no laundry.

Chin. Go ahead, Fitz.

Cars

are

moving. Did you see anybody come out?

Please tell me those cars aren't empty.

I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, please tell me that those Chinaman's cars

aren't empty!

They didn't figure we had a navy.

Did you put a camera in the back?

Can I talk to you for a second, please?

Stupid fucking...

What did you do, you cocksucker? Let go of me! I'm gonna rip your fucking arm

off and shove it up your fucking ass, you hippie! Why don't we just meet up,

sweetheart? Let me buy you an ice cream. I'm getting on a plane unless you put

Queenan on the phone.

Queenan had a funeral to go to, okay? This is my shift. Just calm down. Well,

why shouldn't I get on a fucking plane, huh?

Meet up?

You actually want me dead?

Look, there is a rat in your unit. That is a fact, all right? Where's Queenan?

He's not here. They knew you had cameras in the building. They knew everything,

all right? There was a leak from the inside. It's real, man. Smoke him out.

Yeah, how do we do that, Mr. fucking genius who didn't even graduate from the

academy? Disinform, all right? Let it slip through SIU that you have a sealed

wiretap warrant for Costello's apartment.

Don't tell anyone in our division, but tell SIU.

Flush it down the pipe and see if it comes out on my end, all right? That's

what we do first. We narrow it down. Where the fuck is Queen in, huh?

He's not here, all right? You want to meet up or you got something real? Call

me back.

Changing your life. Radical change anything right change everything,

right? Yeah How long you been with this guy

My boyfriend, yeah Wow

Four months four months almost four months you love

It's a pretty serious relationship, yeah very serious

Head case like me? I'm just curious.

No more than I am.

And I know that it's a serious relationship.

I know there are ups and downs, right? People have doubts and problems.

Not problems, but doubts.

What would you do if he was standing right there and he saw us?

Yeah, I would lie. You know, to keep things on an even keel, right?

Right? We talked about that.

Morning. Good morning.

Want a French donut?

Yeah.

Hey, can I look? Yeah, sure.

All right, we're not having this out. What?

Hey, you don't see any pictures of where I came from.

Look, I respect who you are, just, you know, not in the living room. We might

have company.

Company? Yeah, company.

Hey, now why do you work for the state?

Why not?

You do. No, what you do, the degrees and everything you've got, you're hot shit.

Yeah? So why do you make as much as a guidance counselor?

Because I believe in public service.

So now you're going to fuck with me?

Now you're going to be ridiculous, huh?

Don't start with me.

Ah,

fuck with the fucking phone. Stop it!

Forget the phone. Answer it.

This is your first phone call in the new house. You live here now. You're a

resident.

Mayor Sullivan's office.

Who called on the phone right now?

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

What?

I think it's a guy with, uh...

Hello?

What the fuck is it with you and your phone?

Huh?

Um, something for work.

Hey, um, nothing, nothing, nothing. It went dead. I don't know. Was that that

shrink cunt that answered the phone? Remember I told you that she was going

to move in? Yeah. She moved in. You better get organized, quick.

Hey, last time I checked, I tipped you off, and you're not in jail.

Are you listening to me?

Do you like Little Miss things sucking on your cock?

Yes. Yes, I do. So, Ernett, I'm getting the feeling we got a cop

in my crew.

Yeah, I know. I'm kind of getting that feeling, too. There's one of yours

inside. Have you seen anything?

Frank, I got no access to Queen and his undercover files. He and Dignam run the

snitches. I'm doing my best, Frank, but I can't... Why do you think we're in the

fucking haberdashery business?

All right, look, Frank, if you don't relax, if you don't relax, I can't

relax, all right? Now, what I need you to do, you get me information on the

people who were with you last night, your crew. Get me social security

numbers, get me full names.

Give you?

Who the fuck do you work for? All right, all right, all right, Frank, Frank,

Frank. All right, I'm sorry. If you could please, what I need are SS

numbers, DOBs, just all the pedigree information so I can run it on my end

and we can ID the prick.

If you can just get me that information, what I can do is I can just run. We're

going to handle it. I can handle it.

Calm down or you're shooting your pants.

I'll get you the records and whatnot.

But listen to me, son.

Don't disappoint me on this or some other guy will be putting their fat cock

up little Miss Freud's ass.

How are you, Francis?

My mother called me Francis.

I know she did.

And your father called you the tumor.

And what did your father call you, Charlie?

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

He wasn't around.

You have a boss that has a laryngectomy? No, no, no. That was a guy who works for

me. You're lying to me.

Not exactly. What did you do with the real microprocessors, Frank?

Microprocessors?

Oh yeah, I heard the story.

You arrested some Chinese government guys at the border carrying some light

sockets or something.

I can't wait to wipe that fucking smirk right off of your face.

Would you rather wipe my ass for me?

Look, there are certain parts of my job that I'm not going to be able to talk to

you about.

And I cannot allow you to jeopardize an ongoing investigation all your life.

No, really, there are things...

You don't even want to know about it.

Okay, then just say that.

All right, I will.

Oh, that's the movers.

Yeah, you still want to stay?

Yes. Yeah?

Come on, I'm coming!

That was the worst timing.

I'm gonna get you.

If you coulda, you woulda.

But I guess you like to go at your own pace.

Excuse me.

Got a date with some angels.

Frankie!

Frankie!

Your mother forgives me.

You take off an armored car at the Denham Mall, what the fuck you do? You

pay guineas in Providence? Fuck, now I do.

me to the FBI? Because that's what he does.

FBI? What the fuck are you talking about, FBI?

Oh, my God. Is that French out there? What the fuck did you just say about the

FBI, huh? Forget what I said. I'm fucking high.

Whatever may be going on in that very fucking poor, very limited brain of

yours, I am not going to hurt you, all right? Just tell me what you just

fucking said. Forget it. I'm high. I'm fucking high. I must be high. I would

never say what you thought I said. No!

Why do you think he never gets busted?

Costello's a protected FBI informant. He'll trade you out.

I thought I was supposed to go into shock. I'm not in shock. It fucking

hurts.

It fucking hurts.

Hey,

it's me.

What are you doing here?

Costello's giving people up to the FBI.

The FBI?

He is giving information to the FBI.

He's a protected fucking informant.

I mean, aren't they always trying to make it a federal case and it never gets

made?

Go around the back. I'll open the door. Go on.

Here's some ice water.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

That's my son, Patrick.

Goes to Notre Dame.

My wife's asleep, but she left some supper out. You want something to eat?

Yeah, come on. You have some supper. We'll talk in the kitchen.

Come on.

Want some coke?

wants your real name your social and license number your bank account numbers

i don't have a bank account i'm a cash business myself what's he doing setting

up iras just fill the fucking paper in your real name and all your account

numbers then we wait here you're shitting me no i ain't

Put the forms in there.

I don't know if this is how you spell citizens, but fuck it, you know?

No, no, no, no, no. Come here.

What, are you fucking retarded or something?

That ain't fucking right.

Are you kidding me?

Look at this, look.

Citizens, look.

Well, you said to stay here.

Yeah, I'm not sitting here without getting a tetanus shot. Where the fuck

you going?

I'm not staying, all right?

You can tell him I said that.

Look, this is inappropriate.

No, no, it's not inappropriate.

You're not a patient.

So, are you moving out or are you moving in?

I've still got three weeks left on the leaves.

It's me.

Hedging your bets?

No.

No. You have to choose.

You have to make a... A decision.

A decision, and you have to stick by what you choose. You have to... Move in

with your boyfriend?

Yes, otherwise it's...

I have to say your vulnerability is really freaking me out right now.

Is it real?

I think so.

You don't have any cats.

No.

I like that.

I don't get it.

Well, we are all convinced that Costello has at least one mole inside the Special

Investigations Unit. Right.

He will investigate everybody and anybody.

It's not exactly a dream job for a cop.

We looked at all possible candidates.

You have an immaculate record. Some people don't trust a guy with an

immaculate record.

I do.

I have an immaculate record.

How's your wedding coming along?

Great. Great. She's a doctor.

Oh, that's outstanding.

Yeah.

Marriage is an important part of getting ahead. It lets people know you're not a

homo. A married guy seems more stable.

People see the ring, they think at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch.

Ladies see the ring, they know immediately you must have some cash and

your cock must work.

Yeah, it's working.

Overtime. I'm glad to hear that.

Yeah, thank you.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Can I see anything you like, cop? I almost fucking shot you. I mean, you're

not indulging in self-abuse, are you? Sit down.

I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters supposed to get caught.

You're not cracking up, are you?

I don't crack up. Pick a place like this where any cop could see you. Jesus.

This is such a fucking bad idea. Why'd you show up?

I own the place.

Why am I not fucking surprised?

You're getting reassigned.

How the fuck do you know that?

Where'd they put you?

Hey, Frank, I gotta find myself.

You're telling me, sonny boy.

I gotta find the guy you got in the department.

With everybody looking up their own ass and you looking for yourself, I put my

money on nobody finds nothing. I know, but Frank, look, for me, you gotta lay

low.

Right now.

Kali, laying low is not what I do. All right, fucking Big Daddy Frank, fucking

perfect. What good am I to you if you don't listen to me?

Queenin is compartmentalizing. He's splitting everything up.

All right? He's fucking smart. You know this. I can get the rat. You just gotta

let me do it. My way, Frank.

Okay.

But,

Colin, I hope I won't have to remind you that if you don't find that cheese

-eating rat bastard in your department, most likely it won't be me who suffers

for it.

Now, why would you have to remind me of that?

Would I? Would I?

I fucking already know that.

Frank, you gotta trust me.

All right? Just trust me, Frank.

Hey, it fucking involves lying, and I'm pretty fucking good at that.

Right?

Right.

Maybe because it's always been so easy for me to get cunt that I never

understood checking off in a theater.

Who knows what's easy?

Colin, I know you'll take care of business.

you

so so

Hi, darling. Hi.

That's it for me.

Yeah, see ya. Have a good one.

girlfriend?

No.

I don't know. Why? What does that matter?

Depends.

I'm sure by now you know.

I got an informer in my outfit.

Cop.

Stady's Boston Police Department.

You sure it's not the FBI?

Yeah. It ain't the FBI.

Ex-wife.

Or girlfriend.

Or stupid.

That is what brings you down in this business.

Stupid, huh?

Well, I guess that leaves me out.

You know, past days, situations like this, I kill everybody.

Everybody that works for me.

Right. You know, Frank, I look around at your other guys.

I mean, they're all murderers, right?

Right? And I think, could I do murder?

And all I can answer myself is, what's the difference?

Give him up to the Almighty.

You see, that's my point, you know.

You accuse me once, I put up with it.

You accuse me twice, I quit.

You pressure me to fear for my life, and I will put a fucking bullet in your head

as if you were anybody else.

You got something you wanna ask me?

Look, you're 70 years old, Frank, I'm just saying, okay?

One of you guys is gonna pop you.

One of you guys is gonna pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck are you

doing? What are you doing?

You don't need the money or the pain in the ass, and they will catch you.

I haven't needed the money since I took Archie's milk money in third grade. Tell

you the truth.

I don't need pussy anymore either.

But I like it.

The point I'm making here is, Bill, I got this rat, this annoying,

key-eating fucking rat.

And it brings up questions.

You know, see, Bill, like, you're the new guy.

Girlfriend.

Why don't you stay in the bar?

At night, I got your numbers.

Social Security numbers.

Everybody's fucking numbers.

Is there something that you just want to go ahead and ask me? Because I'll give

you the fucking answer, all right?

Frank, look at me. Look at me.

I'm not the fucking rat, okay?

I'm not the fucking rat.

Start with you agree there is a rat.

You said there is one, all right?

I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty fucking good at what

you do. Sure.

Sure.

You, William, what would you do?

Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled,

huh? Think about it.

You don't pay much, you know.

It's almost a fucking feudal enterprise.

The question is, and this is the only question...

Who thinks they can do what you do?

Francis. I'm out of here. You'll have to set the alarm. Yeah, all right.

I'll see you Christmas.

Good night.

You know what I like about restaurants?

The fucking food. I don't know what.

You learn a lot watching things eat.

There's a boat coming up Gloucester.

French will give you all the details.

Eat something, for Christ's sake.

In the future, I tell you to do a thing.

You fucking do it. You got that?

I got it. Okay.

Excuse me.

French, I got my... Okay, Francis.

Cigarette.

Eat something.

Problem? Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat fucks like you, okay? I don't like

them. The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know. And if you'd

taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here. Fuck yourself, you piece of shit.

And I'm gonna need the identity of your undercovers. Blow me, all right? Not

literally, though. Unfortunately, there's no promotion involved for you.

Hi,

Captain. Look who's here, the prom queen.

They are not happy with me.

What do you expect?

Everybody knows you've been assigned here to find Costello's rat.

They want to find the leak as much as you do.

Like I said, two days ago, my guy damn near found out who Costello's rat is.

He lost him in the streets.

Really?

Well, did he get a look at the guy?

Nah.

I mean, nothing? Like, I mean, anything that could help us? No.

So you got any advice for me? Just, I mean, generally.

Costello can't do much business without coordinating with his source, who is

here in this IU.

Follow Costello, you'll find his rat.

You're gonna be looking at my people.

Going through their bank statements, their phone calls, their medical

records.

Don't be surprised if they don't buy you a beer or invite you into their homes.

The Massachusetts State Police.

If I did it full-time, law school, I'd be through it in a year.

If I wasn't a trooper.

But another city, I was thinking that.

Another city.

Another city, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, that would be a clean slate.

I want you to know... You don't gotta stay.

Look, if we're not gonna make it, it's gotta be you that gets out.

Because I'm not capable.

I'm fucking Irish. I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my

life.

Of course I know how to spot a cop. How's that?

If he's not paying attention to us, he's a cop.

Look it. You see that guy over there?

Right over there.

Yeah. He's not paying attention to us.

He's a cop.

Oh, okay.

You get it now, do you?

What about this guy?

A cop.

Hey, how you doing? What kind of dog is that?

She ignored us, so she must be a cop. She's probably the fucking police

commissioner.

You

can

get out of here.

I'm using a new crew tonight, new guys.

I thought I was on for this.

I changed my mind.

Take the night off.

Jimmy at the back. Bring him up.

These guys will answer the questions right when these guys hit them.

You're a cop.

What?

You're an artist. You're a cop.

We're getting new cops out. You know, most good-looking women are cops.

Well, I'm going home, all right? He's playing with his new guys.

See you later, all right? See you later. See you later.

He's moving something with all new guys, a whole new crew.

No, no, I can't tell you what or where. It's probably disinformation. Just keep

following him, all right?

Listen, I need to see you today.

No, no, no, today.

You heard nothing about drugs. Nothing about new guys.

Nothing about Gloucester. Not a thing.

And I would have. That information would have come to me.

It ain't Bill.

No way, he says.

Follow Costello, you'll find his rat.

Yeah, this is Sergeant Sullivan.

I want constant surveillance on Captain Queenan, starting right now.

Good, thank you.

Can I ask a question, Sarge? Why the fuck are we following Captain Queenan?

Find out about the good Catholic life? I have to follow every lead, however

unlikely, however fucking painful it might be to your delicate fucking

sensibility. Who told you I had delicate sensibility?

I have reason to believe that Captain Queenan is Costello's rat. So just

follow him and don't get made.

Satch, we got the target coming out.

Hey, where are you? Look down the car.

Got me?

Yeah, I got you.

Is there any reason you would have a tail?

No.

Really, I don't have a tail.

Off to the next stop, right? South Station.

You wait there ten minutes, okay? South Station. Wait ten minutes.

He just went into a building down the waterfront.

344 Wash.

You got that?

344 Wash.

Yeah, he went up the top floor.

Building's empty. No tenants here.

He's got dope coming in. I don't know where he... He's getting spooky,

Captain. What do you mean? I just saw him. He had blood all over his hands.

He's losing his fucking mind.

I don't know what we're doing here, boys.

He's not including his regular guys, but I'm going to tell you something.

Sooner or later, he's going to find out who I am, and he's going to fucking kill

me. I know it. He's going to fucking kill me. All right, all right.

I think we got him. I think Queen is meeting

with him right now. All right, all right. Listen to me.

I'm really sorry for your trouble. I swear to God I am.

I'll get you out of this. I cannot do it overnight, but I will get you out.

Yeah. Hey, get the van. We're moving. Heavy work.

What about the FBI?

Eh, they're compromised.

They're what? They're fucked.

Yeah. Billy, where the fuck are you? We've been trying to reach you. We found

the rat.

Listen, we're gonna take him out. Now look it. The address is 314 Washington

Street. You got it?

All right, we'll see you there.

What? You were followed.

By who? By Costello's people. Impossible.

Now one of the cops he's got on the inside tipped him.

Come on, come on.

Come on!

What the fuck is going on?

Fucking shit looks like Queen is meeting with all of them.

Yeah, he must be our guy.

Oh,

Christ, it's too late. Let's go back up.

Take the fire escape. Why you I'll be fine, but if you get made I can't

protect you don't go go

One

of

you mugs got a light.

Where's your boy?

He's studying Lord fucking boy

Dad, my motherfucker!

Where's your fucking fucking gun?

Whoa!

What the fuck was that?

Did you fucking see that?

Sarge, something just came off the building.

What do you mean something came off the building? Go again with that. It came

off the fucking roof. I don't know what it was.

We

can't

get a visual. Do you want us to get out of the car? We got to get on foot if you

want me to get up on this thing.

Where the fuck were you?

What the fuck happened? You're fucking late. Get in the van. What do you mean

something came off the roof? What the fuck's going on? I came to meet you.

Get in the van. Get in the van.

I don't know, Sarge, but I got four-round men right out front. You want

us to pursue? No, do not pursue. Stay in the car.

No fucking pursuit! I need some information. What came off the roof? No

pursuit! Fuck this.

So, do you know why Queenan went into that building?

No. A better question.

Because why the fuck were your guys following him? I told internal

investigations to follow Captain Queen. Why? That's internal investigations

business.

Let him go.

I don't have to fucking explain anything to anybody. I can fucking investigate

anybody I fucking want to go. I don't give a fuck what you think. Captain, I

got reason to believe that Queen got killed by his own fucking undercover.

That's a fucking lie. He has fucking information in a locked file, as did

Captain Queen.

I need access to those files. I forgot the password, but if you want to come

down to the garage with me, I'd be happy to give it to you. That's a fucking lie.

Nobody calls me a liar. Shut up!

Work with the tech guys to unlock those files. Dig them, take a leave of

absence. Take a leave of what?

Cleaning is dead.

I'm your boss now. I don't give a fuck. I'd rather hand in my papers first.

The world needs plenty of bartenders.

Two weeks with pay.

Good.

This is shit.

Fuck off.

I need those codes. No.

You want those coats.

So where the fuck were you?

Well, Botts told me to go home.

Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but you went out fucking home.

So where the fuck were you?

I was at the grocery store with no signal, all right? When I got the

signal, I got the call.

What the fuck do you want from me? Was I there or was I not there, huh? Billy.

Huh? Billy.

You know what I thought today?

What's that?

The lady who showed up today is a rat.

Yeah?

So? Have you never been late in your life?

And when I called you, I made a mistake. I gave you

the wrong address, but...

You showed up at the right one, didn't you?

Tell me why I didn't tell nobody.

Huh?

Tell me why.

They were excessive with the gun.

He's dead.

I'm going home.

Your guy should not have done that. One of us had to die. With me, it tends to

be the other guy.

Yeah, but Queen, and now I got no access.

You killed the guy who had all the information. Now Dignam's gone. Forget

about him. He resigned.

Don't give a fuck about Dignam. Yeah, he put in his papers, Frank. He left. I

don't know where he is. Don't get your balls in and up, Brock, Holly. That

Irish pissant. He's so hot for me, we give him a whiff of my ass, he'll crawl

right in it.

Let's give him a whiff.

I will. Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Sweetheart, you're giving me a heart, huh?

Are you sure it's me?

Not all that talk about whiffing and crawling up asses.

Watch your fucking mouth.

No.

You watch it.

Let me straighten you out.

I tried to call you a few times.

Yeah. You called this number on a dead guy's phone.

Who are you?

So it is you.

Thank God you're all right.

We were very worried.

Who are you?

This is Sergeant Sullivan.

I'm taking over Queenan's unit.

Let me talk to Dignam to confirm it.

Staff Sergeant Dignam, he's on a leave of absence. He's very upset.

We're all very upset.

I think the best thing would be for you to come in We need you to come in. Can

you come in?

Police have confirmed that the body of the man found dead in the Fenway Marshes

yesterday afternoon is that of Timothy Delahunt, an undercover policeman for

the city of Boston.

This was the scene yesterday when Delahunt's body was found in the marshes

near the Fenway.

As for who did this or why, that's something police are working on right

now. I don't believe it.

What can't you believe?

I spent all fucking night dragging the poor bastard in there.

Tell me how they found him so fast.

Somebody walking a fucking dog in three feet of mud. What kind of fucking size a

dog is that? It has to be a big fucking dog, man.

I spent all fucking night doing it, man.

I'm embarrassed.

I still don't believe he was a cop. I don't believe it. The cops are saying

he's a cop, so I won't look for the cop.

Are you soft, Fitz?

When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh...

You dump them in the marsh.

Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday to get a fucking

blowjob!

Don't laugh!

This ain't reality TV!

Proceed.

Yeah, you got a tail.

Two cars. Not very subtle. They're not going to be very subtle from now on.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

So get rid of them.

There's no need for you to go yourself, Frank.

Get rid of...

It's a nation of fucking rats.

Stop. Stop.

Pull them off, Costello. There's no need to surveil him. What the fuck are you

talking about? I got it from an undercover.

He knows he's being followed, so let's just let the UC take him in. What

undercover? Queen's guy.

He called me when he found out Queenin was dead. I'm running him. You're

running him. You give him to me. No, no, I can give you Costello's destination.

You know where he's going? Yes, and what he's doing. So get rid of the tail, get

special ops on standby. We'll take this prick tonight.

All right, let's go now.

All units fall back. All units fall back.

All right, it's the warehouse he owns over on Sheffield. He's got to have a

container or a truck or something there. Go, go, go, go.

Loaded.

How do you know you don't have a tail, huh?

Were you not in the fucking car?

Yeah, what if they took one off and they put another one on?

Load!

Frank wants me to check the back, all right? You go ahead.

I'm back. Move out!

Don't do this.

How the fuck did this happen?

You're an FBI informant?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Grow up.

Of course I talk to the FBI.

Do they know who I am?

I never gave up anybody who wasn't going down anyway.

Nobody knows nothing.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank. Do they know about me?

I know about you, Cully.

You know I'd never give you up.

You're like a... Like a son?

To you?

Is that what this is about?

All that murdering and fucking and no sons.

Yeah.

Who's this?

Gwen.

Where the hell's Frank?

Frank got shot.

Gwen we lost Frank.

No, no, it's... For you.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

He's been waiting here a long time for you.

How'd you get him without the files?

Caller ID.

Queen's phone.

You know that guy?

Yeah. We were classmates in the academy together.

Good to see you, Trooper.

Yeah. Carl and Sullivan, we spoke on the phone. Yeah.

So?

Now, how long were you undercover?

Long time.

Long fucking time.

Yeah. Well, I can't even tell you the debt.

I just want you to know I'll be recommending you for the Medal of Merit.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

It's kind of like a gold star around here, huh?

It's the highest honor we got.

Look, I just want my identity back, all right?

That's all.

All right. I understand you want to be a cop again.

No, no.

Being a cop's not an identity. I want my identity back.

Check your computer.

Go on. You'll have to excuse my behavior. My only contact in the last

six months has been a police shrink.

How's that working for you?

Is it helpful?

What are you going to do about Costello's rat in this building?

I'm going to find the prick.

Yeah.

I'm going to find him, I'm going to arrest him.

Good. And if there's anything you can do to help me, you know, I mean, did Frank

ever mention a name, you know, anything, someone he was in contact with, anything

you can give me? I'm all done being a cop, all right?

I just want my money and I want to go home.

All right, that would be the best thing I think for everybody.

Fair enough.

I just... I can't get into your file unless I have your password.

It's my name.

William Costigan, Jr.

They gave it to me in case I had to explain myself to someone like you.

It's your name.

All right.

Unreal. That makes a lot of sense.

Listen, Bill, I gotta run this in the other room. This computer's getting all

friggin' bluey on me. Give me two minutes.

I'll have you out of here in no time.

Alright, everything checks out, so let's get you paid.

I know.

I know. I'm not here for that, okay?

I'm not.

Listen.

I've got to give you something.

Something I need you to keep.

From me.

Okay?

What is it?

This is for you to hold.

Only you.

You open this if something happens to me or if I call you and I tell you to open

it. You're the only person I can trust, all right?

Please.

All right.

Look, I'm sorry to even... I'm sorry to even show up here like this, you know?

There's just no one else I could give it to.

There's no one else.

I'm really sorry.

I am...

You know, I have, um... I... Whatever you have to say, think about it real

hard, all right?

If you still want to tell me, you tell me in two weeks, okay?

I was dreaming I was dead.

Death is hard.

Life is much easier.

What's this?

Open it.

Really? Yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

And they say that this...

Little speck is a penis.

Wow.

It's a boy.

Yeah, well, one usually follows the other.

Can you still, uh...

bastard in your department, you can assume it won't be me who pays for it.

Now, why would you have to remind me of that?

Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't fucking already know that?

Frank, you gotta trust me.

I can get the rat. You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.

Just let me do it. Let me do what I do.

Hey, it fucking involves lying, and I'm pretty fucking good at that, right?

What?

We got a cop in my crew. Yeah, I know. I'm kind of getting that feeling, too.

He's one of yours.

Inside. You seen anything?

Frank, I got no access to Queen and his undercover files. He and Dignam run the

snitches. I'm doing my... You know what?

I thought I was the liar.

Hey, I can explain that!

Costello recorded everything.

He put all the tapes in a little box and kept them with his lawyer. That was his

insurance.

His lawyer came to me.

Imagine that, you rat fuck.

Costello trusted me more than anyone.

Sound quality good enough because I was a little worried.

What do you want? I told you I want my identity back, you two-faced faggot.

Where are you?

Three o'clock.

Where Queen and died. You keep your cell on.

Open the door.

Open... Didn't we already talk about this?

This is my job!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, put the fucking gun down.

Put the gun, put the gun down, all right? I came here to talk some sense

into you. All right, just act professional.

I can get you your money. What did you say? I can get you your money.

You didn't come here to talk, all right? You came here to get arrested. You got

fucking tapes of what?

Costello was my informant. I was a rat? Fuck you.

Prove it. He was working for me. He was my informant. Shut your fucking mouth.

Come on. Get up. Well, what is this? A citizen's arrest? Blow me. All right?

Only one of us is a cop here, Bill. You understand that, Bill? No one knows who

you fucking are. Would you shut the fuck up? I'm a sergeant in the Massachusetts

State Police. Who the fuck are you? I erased you.

You erased me, huh? Oh, yeah, go ahead, shoot a cop, Einstein.

Watch what happens. Well, what happens is this bull would go right through your

fucking head! Watch what happens! What, so you can get the parade, huh?

The bagpipes and bullshit?

Fuck you!

Fuck you, I'm fucking arresting you! That's the stupidest thing you could do!

Shut the fuck up!

I could give a fuck if the charges don't stick.

I'm still fucking arresting you.

Drop your weapon!

and step away from Sergeant Sullivan. I called you. You specifically. Look, you

know who I am. I'm not going to shoot. I told you to meet me downstairs.

Help, help, help. Put your weapon on the deck and step away from Sergeant

Sullivan. Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam. Shoot this motherfucker.

Will you fucking shoot? Drop your weapon to the floor and we'll discuss it. Look,

he's Costello's rat, all right? I got boxes of tapes, evidence, other

documents proving it.

Maybe you do.

Now I need you to drop the weapon. I told you I have evidence cold linking

this prick to Costello, all right? You shoot this fucking prick. You know who I

am. You know who I am. I'm taking him down.

I'm taking him downstairs now.

You know who I am.

I can't wait to see you explain this to a fucking Suffolk County jury, you

fucking cocksucker. This is gonna be fucking fun.

Just fucking kill me.

Just fucking kill me.

I am killing you.

Did you think you were the only one he had on the inside?

Costello was gonna sell us to the FBI.

It's you and me now, you understand?

We gotta take care of each other, you understand?

I attempted to subdue Trooper Barragan, at which time he drew down on me, and I

was able to squeeze off one shot and struck him in the head.

At that time, I immediately checked the vitals on both Troopers Brown and

Costigan and discovered that they had expired.

I just want to go on record.

I'm recommending William Costigan for the Medal of Merit.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May

he rest in peace.

Amen. May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy

of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Detail. Half left. Prepare to fire.

Fire.

Prepare to fire.

Fire.

Prepare to fire.

Fire.

Detail.

I'll catch up with you guys.

What about the baby?

Okay.