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Much of what you’re about to witness

is based on true events I’ve lived through or seen.

I’ve changed many of the names in my story.

Not to protect the innocent.

No one in this fucking story is innocent.

Help me! The pigs, the fucking pigs.

They’re bringing a shotgun. Help me!

Stop the car, dog!

Fucking help me! | Stop the car, man!

Yo, we gotta beat, man.

We gotta beat, dude.

Crazy-ass fucking white boys.

Dunk that. Come on.

Want the ball?

Look at you. | What the fuck, Monster?

We good.

Are you always gonna take it this bad? | Oh, all right.

Check out these fucking niggers. ||

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Niggers? You a nigger. What the fuck are you talking about? |

You guys fucking lost or something? ||

You small-dick Mick.

What’s up with your GPS? You’re all fucked up? ||

Shut up, bitch. | Fuck you. |

You wanna do something, dog? ||

Fuck!

Wrong neighborhood, nigger!

What, are you gonna pull one on me, motherfucker?

Fuck you!

Five-O! Five-O!

Turn around.

What the fuck just happened, bro?

Dude, Robbie smashed that fucking kid’s head in.

That nigger is fucking laid out. | Oh, my God.

It’s gonna be all over Channel 7.

Oh, my God. | Monster ate the other guy.

Ate him.

Just fucking ate him.

Don’t be trying to catch no more fucking cases, brother.

Yeah, why? Were you gonna help me out?

Yeah, I’m gonna get your fucking back.

You know that. | Yeah, you’ll be way back.

"I’ll be up the street."

The fucking girl,

her face looked like a fucking cake left out in the rain.

Dude, she was smoking, brother.

What are you talking about? | "Smoking"?

Smoking. |

What the fuck is that?

Let’s go listen to that fucking prick.

| Boston PD! Open up!

Put your tits and your prick where I can see you.

Guys, what the fuck?

Beat it, will you, cunt?

Cunt? Well, you’re the one fucking banging my little hooker-fish sister.

Your mother’s a fucking hooker,

why don’t you get a steamer from her?

Easy, Danger Mouse.

Loops here almost got a tag piece with snatching some fucking moon crickets.

Eh, can both of you get the fuck out of my room?

Yes.

Hello. How are you?

We have a new drug. It’s called OxyContin.

It’s a time-released opiate.

It’s oxycodone to the 10th power.

And the beauty is, it time releases itself throughout the day,

so you only have to take one pill a day.

Patty.

How’s the hip pain?

Well...

I’m fine as long as I have my pills in my hand.

Let me ask you something. What would you rather have?

Would you rather have your patients coming to you

every single week for refills and bugging you?

You’re filling their prescription much too rapidly.

No, no. You can’t take away my pain medication.

Or would you rather have them take one pill and leave you alone?

I brought some samples. Why don’t you give ’em a shot?

I think you’ll be satisfied.

I don’t want to take away your meds.

I wanna try you on something new.

It’s stronger, it’s time released.

Well, is it gonna work as good as my Percs?

It’s gonna work even better.

I want you to take one a day, as needed, for the pain.

But no matter what,

whatever you do, you cannot crush it,

you cannot break it, you cannot manipulate it in any way.

Sure this shit’s good, though?

I mean, like legit? Like, no bullshit?

Are you fucking for real, bro? | Better than Percs?

You think I’d bring some bullshit here?

I’m just saying.

You think I would be sniffing this shit, too?

I don’t know what this is. You’re spitting all over the fucking table.

What the fuck you doing? | That’s moon dust, kid.

Gonna be high as a kite.

You gonna get the table all wet.

Come on, will ya? | Yeah, I know.

I’m gonna get your mother all wet.

Yeah, I know. | Yeah.

Fuck. I’m gonna do this whole fucking thing.

Don’t sniff that whole fucking powder.

You’ll be floundering out cold. |

All right, listen.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Your mother got no food at the house?

She got food at the house.

You ready to fucking rock and roll, kid, or what?

These things are like 13 Percs in one, last I heard.

Hey, big brother, cut me a line.

Yeah, I’m gonna cut your fucking head off.

Get out of here. Go back to Miami with that...

Go fuck yourself. | With your fucking yuppie accent.

Get the fuck out of here, will you?

I like her yuppie accent. | Come on, will you?

You will love anything that’s got a cunt and fucking two legs.

I couldn’t take her for fucking five minutes.

I don’t know how you take her for a night.

You want one of these? | Yeah, absolutely.

Of course he fucking wants one of those.

What are you doing?

I’m doing a twist cannonball

and hitting Jason with a dead jellyfish.

Meatball, what are you doing?

I don’t know. I think I’m gonna do like a... I’m gonna do a mummy.

See that shit? There’s a jellyfish there you can bang out.

I’m gonna twist ski it up like a bunker.

I got to get my flip flops off first.

Bang it.

I’m sure you’ll lose those. | My new shirt, bro.

Yeah, bang ’em up, I love it.

You scared? Say you’re scared.

No one’s scared.

Yeah, baby!

Hey! Hey! I think I got something.

Yeah, a live motherfucker.

Yeah, you got something.

You need better bait for that.

| You motherfucker!

You’re fucking dead, Danny.

You’re fucking dead.

Dead like that fucking fish.

Too bad you can’t swim, you pussy.

Describe the suspects to the best of your knowledge.

All right, guys.

There were 30 white guys.

They had leather vests on. Grimy dudes.

Came up, rolled up on some bikes, tatted up.

What kind of bikes? Harleys?

No, 10-speeds, with baskets on the handlebars.

They were doing wheelies, tricks and shit.

Robbie, focus. Descriptions.

All right, now. Seriously, they were fucking...

What’s up, Greico?

You’re Robbie Gillis, right?

How do you know our witness?

Your witness? He’s a suspect.

No, he’s a witness.

You’re Robbie Gillis from Bunker Hill, right?

Guys, listen.

All I know is me and my boys were coming through the projects...

Answer my fucking question. You’re from Bunker Hill, right?

We was coming through the projects,

we got bungled by a couple of white guys. That’s all I know, guys.

What are their names?

Who?

Your boys. What are your boys’ names?

The ones that got jumped?

Yeah, the ones that got jumped.

Denzel and Jerome.

Denzel and Jerome?

Denzel and Jerome.

Take a look at the names of the victims on the ambulance trip sheet.

Take a look at it.

Give it to him.

What the fuck?

He’s the suspect!

I’m out of here.

Where you going?

Where am I going? He’s not gonna talk.

You’re not gonna interrogate him?

He’s not gonna talk!

He’s from Charlestown. He’s a townie.

You could put a gun to his mother’s head.

He’s not gonna fucking talk.

There’s a code of silence here.

You two fuckheads better fucking learn that!

| Fuck.

Oh, my God.

You got that dream where you have a big black dick in your ass again?

Shut up, you little faggot.

Hey, would you do me a favor? | Mmm.

You wanna get a couple of Percs off Ma?

Absolutely. I could use a couple, too.

And that’s a good excuse for me.

Ah, fuck!

Danny?

What are you doing?

I’m just getting a couple of Percs for Jay, Ma.

What? No.

No, you two got to stop this shit.

Come on. He’s having nightmares again.

Honey, you know I need my stuff. No.

Come on, Ma, will you?

All right. You can have two.

I got it. Chillax.

But just two.

I know, I heard you.

I want ’em back tomorrow.

And I want back double.

Because these are a lot stronger.

Pass me that tonic, please?

Wait, how many did you take?

What are you doing?

You said they were for your brother.

Yeah, but we share everything. Even chicks.

Ah, you little bastard.

Fucking cuffs are too tight. | Easy.

May I help you with something?

I’m here to bail out Robbie Gillis.

All right, take a seat on that chair for me. I’ll be right with you.

You got a guy named Sullivan in lock up?

Uh, let me check real quick. Hold on.

All right.

Hey, what’s that guy’s name again?

Rob Gillis.

All right.

So how do you know him?

Robbie.

The police officer is asking a question, you fucking punk. Answer him.

Am I supposed to give a shit?

Why don’t you fill me in, smart guy? Huh?

Why don’t you suck a prick?

He’s looking for a fucking problem, huh?

Easy, Turner and Hooch, I’m sitting and minding my own business.

Why don’t you tell me, tough guy?

What’s it like to be a gang member?

You fucking goader. You see a do-rag on my head?

I’m from Charlestown. We don’t do gangs, pal.

What’s up, dude?

Good to see you. Looking good.

These cocksuckers can’t hold me down.

It was crazy about fucking Monster. He got sloped.

He’s not good dude, you know...

You ladies have a good night.

Oh, no, we definitely will.

Actually, we’ll be double-teaming your mother.

I’d still fucking bang her anyway.

I don’t know.

Not after she’s been under that big fucking sweaty fuck.

You might like that though.

You Irish are fucking crazy.

I ain’t that fucking crazy, but I’ll wear a fucking rubber, so...

| Yeah, hold on. Hello.

What?

Where?

When? When? How long ago?

Fuck!

Lathrop and Hanover, right now.

They just saw my daughter with a couple of junkies

walking into some fucking drug den. |

Christ!

Hurry the fuck up. Hurry the fuck up, Griffen.

If she’s there, we’ll just get her the fuck out. That’s it.

Get her the fuck out?

We’re gonna do more than get her the fuck out.

Right over there, right in behind the ambulance over there.

Right there.

Hope to God she’s not here.

So fucked up, they don’t even know we’re in here.

They’re fucking zombies.

Pat, where are you?

North End? Good.

Come to 210 Lathrop Place...

Hurry up, hurry up.

Hurry up.

God.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Hey, we got an obstacle in the way here.

Carmelina, be careful.

Oh, my God. I love it.

Carmelina!

Yeah. | What the fuck are you doing here?

Just talking to a friend.

You fucking serious?

Thanks for the blowjob. I’m out of here.

You motherfucker!

Back the fuck off!

You grew up with his family.

Fuck his family.

I didn’t do anything. | Relax!

Cut the shit, dog!

You ain’t going to fucking prison...

Don’t you fucking move, you fucking cunt.

Open your fucking mouth!

Why don’t you just shoot him, you trigger-happy bitch?

He’s got fucking Oxys.

Cuff this guy.

Who the fuck are you?

Carm, you know this is the guy that killed my father?

That’s why I live in the projects

with my crippled fucking mother and my brother.

Don’t listen to him.

His father was a fucking scumbag bank robber.

Killed my partner and killed an innocent bank teller.

I was here to turn your daughter with someone,

but you beat me to the fucking punch.

What? Get my daughter out of here. Get her out of here!

Come on. Come here.

Frisk this motherfucker.

Take her out of here. | Frisk him!

Where’s your warrant, Greico?

If I fucking catch you down here again,

I’m going to fucking kill you with this big ugly fucking Mick

that you brought along with you, all right?

Let’s go.

Fuck you!

Go fuck yourself.

Bring a warrant next time, you fucking pig.

I don’t know who the fucking genius is

that wants to put a fucking tighter seal on 13 Percs.

I’d like to meet him, but all I know is,

like, that’s all we have left.

And Mom’s acting like a fucking 13-year-old girl with crabs right now,

with whoever looks at her stash.

We have to figure out a way to get more of these fucking things.

We can sell these like hot cakes, you know that, right?

I know.

No, I don’t think you do know.

I mean, I can get, like, $60 to $80 a whack for these.

You know what we should do?

Shoot a pharmacy.

I was going tomorrow. Let’s do it.

You shitting me? | I’m dead serious.

Listen, I know that the fucking pharmacy has a pharmacist.

We can walk in and pistol-whip him,

but let’s plan it out.

We don’t have to take a pinch.

Let’s just do it. I got a piece.

Monster’s got a way to crack a whip

or just highjack someone with his bare hands.

And I just watch a driver delivery

and we’ll bang one out in like two days.

You’re out of your tits.

I am out of my tits.

But what the fuck? I’d rather be out of my tits

than a pussy cock-smoker like you

that wants to plan things out for five months,

and we’re fucking broke as shit.

Living in Mom’s fucking cracker-jack project department

with roaches and fucking

welfare sheez. Are you fucking kidding me?

We could be banking off this shit.

I swear to God, the shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes, fucking...

I don’t even know what to say.

I’m just saying, listen, I’m down to do it.

I think it’s dynamite, but I just want to think. I don’t want to take a pinch.

I love these, though. I love these.

I love ’em so much, this is what I’m gonna do.

I’m gonna leave you right now,

because I’m sick of hearing you

fucking plan and be all fucking perfect and precise

about everything, like you always are.

I’m going over to my girlfriend’s house.

I’m going to fuck the dog shit out of her,

and I’m gonna see Cousin Morrison tomorrow,

and I’m gonna get him to go hit a fucking van with me.

And I’ll still share you ’cause I love you.

I love you, too.

As broke as I am. So I’m out of here like a ball guy,

and I’m going to handle.

All right. I love you. I’ll bail you out.

Hey. | Hey. What’s up, Danny?

Is my cousin here?

Uh... Yeah. Wanna come in?

No, no, I just need to talk to him here, just privately.

One second.

Butchy!

What’s up, Danger Mouse? | What’s up, big guy?

No, it’s all right. I just want to talk to you about something.

Come here.

We got a pharmacy van coming here with not Percocet

but these new OxyContin pills that have like 13 Percs in one.

One driver.

They armed?

No. It’s like they want us to take the fucking things.

Let’s fucking do it.

We just need to crack a whip in the morning.

I’m cool with that. | All right.

I’ll call you tonight with details.

I love you, buddy. Later. | Later.

Love ya.

Give me the fucking keys!

Give me the fucking phone!

Let’s go. They got guns, they got guns.

Police! Drop your gun!

Drop it now or I’ll blow your fucking head off.

Back up.

Fuck you!

Now you’re gonna fucking...

Put that fucking gun down, you motherfucker.

Back off.

Back off.

Griffen, I dropped my cuffs. Get up!

Stupid motherfucker.

Give me a fucking excuse to blow your fucking brains out

right on that fucking, shitty Irish fucking flag of yours.

Fucking Monster?

Fucking pussy not fucking monster.

Pussy!

Motherfucker.

Turn around.

Turn the fuck around, I said!

I don’t care how big you are.

Put your hands behind your back.

Griffen, get up!

Give me your other hand, you motherfucker.

Griffen, get over here!

Don’t move.

You fucking junkie.

Turn him around. | You motherfucker.

You were gonna kill me, huh?

How’s that feel, huh, Mr. By-the-book?

You hit like a bitch.

You’re coming with me, baby.

One more fucking Mick out of Charlestown.

We got him, we got him.

You startled me, creeping up on us.

What happened to Butchy, though?

He’s fucking fat, slow, and got pinched.

There’s like fucking 2,000 here, Jay.

This is going to turn to a shitload of fucking cheddar.

Two thousand what?

Of those Oxy pills you’ve been taking.

I’m not even gonna ask.

You two better not end up like your father.

You know what? I want back those two you gypped from me.

I want them replaced.

Relax, will you?

Here, Ma. Here you go. Here’s a 20-pack.

How much do you guys get for these apiece?

We’ll get like $50, $60 a pill.

Maybe you two can pay the fucking rent this month, huh?

I got Uzis, I got fucking nines, bro, whatever you want.

I got it. | I think we need some...

What do you want? | Just some pistols.

You want a fucking Uzi?

AK, AK.

You want an AK? | JASON: He’s out of his mind.

Don’t sell him a fucking AK.

Can you get it?

Of course, I can get it.

I’d like to see you with a fucking AK.

You fucking kidding me? | What’s up, playboy?

Aren’t you a long way from home?

Nice to see you. | What’s up, good looking?

What’s up, buddy? | How you doing?

I’m doing good. | You got the goods?

My buddy B says you got good shit. What do you got?

These are Oxys.

They’re 13 Percocets in one. I know you guys want Percs.

I don’t need 13. I don’t need 13. I want one.

Time sealed. There’s a time coating on ’em.

Do I look like a fucking doctor?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time seal?

What the fuck is this?

Listen, if I wanted your fucking money, I would take it.

You’ll be running, and I’ll run you for your Vette, too.

It’s my fucking neighborhood!

How much? | $60 a pop.

How much? How much?

You pull up in a $100,000 Vette,

and you nickel and dime me $60?

Listen, is it going to get us jammed or what?

Listen here, kick in your fucking money, stop wasting my fucking time,

or go back to the North End and buy fucking dope

off a fucking spic for all I care.

Give him the fucking money. Come on.

Give my boy the money. | Let’s get the fuck out of here.

That or get fucking robbed.

Scram, Jones. | I’ll let you know.

I’ll let you know. | Scram, fucking scram.

Fucking punks. | That was fun, kid.

Punks. | JASON: Trust fund kids.

I’ll see you in the North End for a slice of pizza,

and I’ll smack you in the grill with it.

And I don’t want none of them processed meatballs either.

Scram.

What a fucking night, huh?

Guys couldn’t pick a better name for this ship?

What’s up, brother?

How you doing? Is everything all right?

What?

What’s the fucking problem?

What do you mean, "Hugga-bugga"?

What’s this fucking "hugga-bugga" shit?

These are my people.

We good or what?

Come on up, guys.

Boo-ya! | Don’t fuckin’ move!

Don’t move!

Stay right there, fuck face.

Keep ’em coming. Keep ’em coming. | Don’t fuck around.

One more. Keep ’em coming.

I’ll blow your fucking brains all over that wall.

Hey, you might wanna go change your underwear.

Nobody fucking move! This is a fucking robbery!

Sweetheart... | Get the fuck down!

Keep making that shake. | Get the fuck down!

Keep making that shake, sweetie.

You know what the fuck I’m here for.

Extra syrup.

I’m not here for no fucking money.

Get the fuck out. You know what I’m here for.

Give me them fucking pills. | Let’s go, kid.

Let’s go. | Let’s go.

Get them. Get them. Get them!

Get them.

Get down!

I should shoot you for having them Yankees hats up there, you cunt.

Give me that fucking frap. Give me that frap.

Let’s go. | Come on. Come on!

Nobody fucking move.

So...

We lost everything after their father was killed,

and that’s how we ended up in the projects.

Were you mentally stable to work after that?

No.

It fucked me and it fucked up my boys.

Holy shit.

Do you know who did it?

Yes.

Alpha-102, foot chase.

Uh, Pierce Street at Degasse.

Armed suspect.

He was a regular Boston cop.

He didn’t even lose his fucking shield.

They gave him a promotion to detective. Go figure.

Boo-ya! | Geez, Danny.

No fear, we’re pros.

Yeah, think your father was a fucking pro

in robbing armored trucks.

We got more guns than Dad ever had.

You guys better not get arrested like your cousin Butchy.

Ma, they’re pharmacists. They ain’t packing guns, just Contin.

What the fuck are they going to do,

throw box of Band-Aids at us? Come on.

Can I... Can I get another 20?

Geez, Ma, it hasn’t even been a week.

Yeah, but I need ’em.

Unlike your fucking junkies that you’re selling ’em to.

She’s fucking breathing as usual, Jay.

Just fucking hit her off and shut her the fuck up, please,

before she breathes my fucking brains.

Danny, are you ready to get out of here?

Taking off?

Yeah, I’m going after your sister.

I’m done.

Jay, stash that for me, please? I love you, buddy.

You got it.

See you later, big brother. | Later, hon.

All right, catch you later.

All right, fellas.

I’m gonna go grab some lunch for my mom.

All right, talk to you later. Take some of these, too.

All right, buddy. | All right, fellas.

I have a little something something for you.

Hurry up!

On the fucking ground. Get down!

All right, buddy, I want your fucking Oxy.

Relax. Relax. | Give me those motherfucking Oxys.

Put the machete down.

Don’t fucking tell me... | Relax.

Fuck it. Listen.

I’ll chop your motherfucking head off.

You fucking junkie motherfucker. Get the fuck out of here.

I’ll fucking remember you, you motherfucker.

I’ll fucking remember you.

Fuck you.

Where the fuck is my brother right now?

I don’t know.

Is he like doing yoga on the mountaintop somewhere?

Honestly, your guess is as good as mine.

Shit’s making fucking a ton of loot, kid.

Got that fucking 20-pack for you, too.

I bet you even did a couple, too. | I definitely took a couple.

Fucking junk bomb. What’s up with this B.U. shit?

Let me hear the story.

I got these bad-ass bitches down there, kid,

they’ve fucking been calling me every day.

Love this shit, kid. I’m telling you.

White girls, black girls, what?

Of course white girls. You know I like white.

What’s up with him and the fucking white girls?

Can’t you sleep with your own fucking kind?

I like my fucking girls like I like my coffee, white and creamy, kid.

| Yeah, yeah.

What’s happening, guys?

How you been? How’s everything going?

Can’t complain. Fucking run around looking for jams.

You got Percs?

Hit it, boy.

Robbie. What’s happening?

Who’s got Percs, guys? | I got Oxys.

Oxy? What the fuck is Oxy?

It’s like a bag of dope in a pill.

Bag of dope in a pill? What the fuck are you talking?

What, are you trying to beat me, guy?

Weasel, if I wanted to beat you, I’d jump down right now,

and punch your fucking dick loose

and I’d leave you with bunny ears on the ground for a week.

See what I mean, Loops, the fucking intimidation.

You’re a fucking pussy. | Leave him alone.

Let me see these fucking things.

So you’re telling me it’s a bag of dope?

It’s like a bunch of Percs in one pill.

You take the time seal off, and you get fucking jammed.

Bottom line, you get $65 all day long, but I’ll sell ’em to you for $50.

I gotta take one for G.P.

For G.P., huh?

You gonna take one for G.P.?

I’ll give you one for fucking G.P., you fucking bitch.

I don’t fucking like you.

See what I mean? | Come on, the kid makes money for us.

Well, go make my money, come correct and beat it.

What’s he talking about?

He used to kill animals.

Do you not remember when we were kids,

and he was killing fucking squirrels and people’s cats down the basement?

He makes us money.

You’re hanging with this fucking kid,

he’s not even from fucking Charlestown.

He’s whiter than you’ll ever be,

and he’s more of a townie than you’ll ever be.

Yeah, I know.

Enough of the fucking nonsense, Loops. I’ll talk to you later.

Fucking brownie townie, don’t forget.

Fuck you, guy.

Why you always breaking the kid’s fucking balls? Come on.

I can’t believe you don’t see through that.

Can we all get fucked up now, please?

Okay, come on.

What’s up with this pouty fella? | Yeah, we’ll see you there.

Come on, meatball. | Fucking dickheads.

You’ve seen this fucking shit... | Don’t fucking move.

Get down. | Get down on the fucking floor!

Don’t move! | Sit the fuck down now!

Right there, right there, grab them.

Hold on. Hold up.

Boo-ya!

Come on.

Boo-ya. | Come on.

Don’t move!

There’s that motherfucker.

He’s right there. He’s right there.

Call it. He’s got a fucking knife.

We got the black pill suspect with a hoodie, black hoodie.

Go!

Stop! Stop! | GREICO: Let me see your fucking hands.

Put your fucking hands up.

What the fuck do you want?

What are you doing? Hey!

The gun, the gun, the gun.

Put your hands behind your back.

You stupid prick. Isn’t this where you got caught last time?

I get my fucking phone call.

You’ll get your phone call later, Robbie.

Robbie, give up those guys.

I’ll call the D.A.,

make sure we get you a reduced sentence.

You know what? Go fuck your mothers.

Robbie, listen.

I know you were the first black kid that got moved into Charlestown projects

when you were 15 years old.

And that same day,

a bunch of fucking white townie punks beat the piss out of ya.

But then the Hickey boys came to your aid with their baseball bats.

Okay? Now after that,

I understand why you’re being loyal to them.

But somehow, they got you to fucking betray your own race.

80% of all your fucking assault victims are black males who try...

They’re niggers.

Yeah, who try and step foot into Charlestown.

That ain’t right, Robbie.

Tell me something I don’t fucking know.

Okay.

Every day when you get up and you wash your face,

you get upset,

because you can’t scrub the black off your face,

and that makes you angry,

’cause no matter how hard you fucking try, Robbie,

you’re not gonna turn yourself white.

That’s bullshit.

This is your fucking chance to redeem yourself.

You’re just a fucking nigger to those fucking guys anyway.

You know what? Go fuck your mother, huh?

You’re a stupid motherfucker, Robbie.

Listen, you’re going to fucking jail.

All right? And you’re fucking sick.

It’s up to you whether you want to go to jail sick or nice.

How do you fucking junkies do this?

Take the seal off, right?

This is for you if you talk.

Look at that.

Look at that fucking candy.

A junkie’s fucking dream.

Is this guy fucking serious?

It’s right in front of your face.

Give us the fucking names and this is all yours, motherfucker.

It’s right there, Robbie.

You give us what we want, give us those fucking names,

and you can fucking snort it up, baby.

I ain’t saying shit.

It’s right there.

Give us the names, Robbie.

All right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

It’s the Hickey boys,

and fucking Bunker McNulty.

All right? But you guys fucking knew that, right?

Where’s the Oxys and the guns?

They’re at the fucking Hickeys’ apartment.

You betrayed your own friends. You’re a fucking rat.

Do your fucking junk. | Fuck you. Fuck you.

Don’t overdose on these Vitamin E’s, you stupid prick.

What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me?

You fucking kidding me, Greico? We had a fucking deal!

You fucking kidding me?

Fucking bullshit! We had a fucking deal!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking kidding me, that lying fucking piece of shit.

Fuck!

I just can’t believe that fucking little nigger

shit in his own backyard. That’s the last thing we need.

God, I can. Everyone’s so tuned out from these fucking pills.

I mean, come on. When did you ever think fucking Robbie

would run into the High Pharmacy with a machete?

Everyone’s been telling me they’re going to the dope, too.

I mean...

I know it’s a lot cheaper, but they say it’s the same high,

which is fucking crazy to me.

Of course they are, Jay. We’re the only ones out hitting fucking pharmacies,

and have pills. I mean, I got shit left.

What do you got left in stash?

I think I got like... I think it’s like 2,000 pills.

I got like 60 G’s in cash.

You’re fucking shitting me.

You have a fucking holdout and a half.

Someone’s gotta fucking bank.

I don’t know, though.

As crazy as it sounds, I want to take the pills,

and just dump them in the fucking oilies,

and take the cash and get out of here.

Are you fucking crazy, kid? Me, Katie and Ma are

ridiculously dope-set, like beyond belief.

If you got the pills, you gotta carry us through till we figure this out, Jay.

I’m not gonna hold out. I mean...

I’m not gonna let you get sick.

I’m just saying, like, the way things are going,

I just got a bad fucking feeling.

Jay, you’re my big bro.

I’m gonna follow your lead no matter what,

but you know as well as I do,

the heat’s gonna be fucking on.

We gotta get rid of our guns, get rid of our stash.

Well, whatever it is, let’s just fucking hang low for a little bit,

even, you know, the minute we get out of here,

if you’re sick, if you’re fucking dope-sick,

it’ll be like two weeks. It’s not cancer. You know what I mean?

We’ll get through. We have dough. I can get treatment.

It doesn’t matter.

Let’s just hang low, and we’ll go. Okay?

Let’s get out of here. Come on.

Afternoon, gentlemen. Sergeant Riley of the Tactical Unit.

My team and I have already briefed on how we’re gonna

make entry into the building today.

Essentially what I want to do is get everybody on the same page.

This case revolves around pharmacy robberies.

These individuals are the chief suspects.

We have the Hickey brothers,

well known to Law Enforcement, Jason and Danny,

both have long rap sheets, both career shitheads.

They’re gonna be inside the building,

as well as Bunker McNulty a.k.a fucking Fruit Loops.

All right? We hit that door and may be looking at a few rounds.

So officer safety is paramount as always.

Also inside, we may have the girlfriend here, this sweet young thing.

The old battle ax may be there, too.

Captain, is all this necessary?

You had to call in the SWAT team?

This is bullshit, Captain.

You boys know that when there’s guns involved,

the drill is, SWAT handles it.

These are our guys, we’ve been following ’em around.

We could take them down by ourselves. We don’t need these guys.

Greico, stop breaking my balls. It’s by the book.

By the book. They’re running the show.

You wanna give me a couple of those

so me and your brother can get our thing, huh?

Ma...

Ma, look at you. You’re jammed right now.

No, I’m not.

What makes you any fucking better right now, Jay?

Not better. It’s your fucking mother.

You don’t give your mother drugs. Look at you right now, Ma.

No, come on. I don’t need this shit.

Ma, go see Weasel, he owes me two.

Tell him to give those two that I cuffed him

or I’ll punch his fucking head in.

Seriously.

Jay’s just being a cheap fucking prick.

I’m outta here. | No.

Tell you right now, I’m not being a cheap prick.

I’m being a fucking son, and I’m being a brother.

Listen, I don’t care how many scores you do,

this is our house. You don’t shit where you eat, bro.

Jay, when I went on to do the first score, right,

I cut you in for nothing, ’cause you were too coward to go with me.

I still cut you in ’cause you’re my brother.

Now you got a stash, and I’m sick as a fucking dog,

and you’re gonna be the nigger that you are and fucking beat your own family?

Beat my family? I’ll do a score any day.

I’ll do a score any day and bring money home,

but I won’t fucking get my mother high...

You’re destroying this family. You’re not helping it.

All about Jay, ’cause he’s the best, he’s fucking...

You know what, though? At least he ain’t feeling

like a fucking crackhead nigger.

Don’t hurt him!

Stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.

Stay right there. Don’t you move.

Shut the fuck up!

Fucking maggot.

Fuck your mother.

Shut up. | Get your fucking hands behind your back.

Shut your mouth. | All right. We’re secure here.

You tell Greico and his girlfriends it’s safe for them to come up.

Stop! Stop! Put the gun down. Stop! Stop!

Stop! Put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

Hey, boys.

What’s up, you greasy fucking rent-a-cop?

Following your father’s footsteps, huh?

Remember what happened to him?

Fuck you!

Hey, we got a firearm here.

Yeah, and don’t forget that rubber I fucked your mother with.

You fucker. What the fuck are you saying?

Fuck you, nigger...

You with this fucking scumbag?

Get the fuck away from her.

You fucking baby blasted fucking shithead.

You fucking touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.

I’ll fucking kill you, Greico.

Fucking pistol’s all you got, you prick.

You’re a fresh fuck, you know that?

We got no fucking mask, we got no Oxy,

we got nothing else the informant told us.

Victor 820, send us a wagon for transport.

You know what we do have, fucking pretty boy? You know what we have?

We got that fucking half fucking nigger,

half Mick fucking leprechaun, he’s a fucking witness.

Jay ain’t got shit.

He ain’t got shit and you know it.

You two know each other?

Yeah.

Um... From the looks of your mugshot you must be Danny Hickey.

I’m Attorney Shea.

What’s your first name? | Excuse me?

Well, you’re defending my brother’s life,

I think we should be on a first-name basis.

It’s Riley. Riley Shea.

Sounds familiar.

All rise. Your Honor will bring to court...

Court is now in session.

Please be seated.

Please proceed.

Respectfully, Your Honor, I have three agreed-upon recommendations,

which we are offering to the court for its approval.

Defendants, please rise.

I assume that the Commonwealth is going to be dropping

all the other armed robbery charges?

Your Honor, with respect to the armed robbery charges,

the Commonwealth will be following at this time a nol-pros.

I’ve assumed that you’ve all read the agreement between the parties.

You’ve signed it, and you understand fully

the ramifications of the rights you’re giving up.

Yes, Your Honor.

Yes, Your Honor. | Yes, Your Honor.

I’m going to accept the recommendations of the parties here.

But I’ll tell you gentlemen this.

I hope that this time served,

you’ll have an opportunity to dwell and contemplate

on your actions, your conduct and your future life.

Thank you, Your Honor.

All right, if he’s here, I’m gonna fucking bust his head.

Look, I say we be smart about it,

see if we can fucking scare him out of testifying.

He’ll kill you, brother.

Line up over here.

Guys, right this way.

Want something?

You better call medical for him.

I’m fine. I’m good. I’m just a bit drowsy.

What’s up, fellas? I got some tees and sweats for you downstairs.

All right. | Fatso.

Hey, hold it, there’s Skin Dog right there, big rapist.

Fuck you, punk.

All right. You fucking fool.

You fucking bald cunt.

Let’s go. Right here, guys.

You ain’t nothing but talk.

There won’t be no talk when you see me, motherfucker.

I take shits bigger than you.

I take shits bigger than you.

I’ll fucking... I’ll see you tonight, you fucking fool.

Come on.

Whoa, Davis, you hang over here. Hang over there.

Townies going first.

Sit down.

He’s all fucked up. Put him in there. Just sit him down.

Come on, guys, one at a time. Let’s go.

Let’s get changed up. | You all right?

Take off all your shit and drop it in the corner.

You all right? | Yeah.

I think I’m going to puke though.

Feels like 99 degrees inside here.

Let’s go. Everything.

Let me see your hands.

Flip ’em over.

What’s under your armpits?

Two fingers, bottom lip down.

Top lip up.

Let me see inside your mouth, under your tongue.

Okay, tongue up. Let me see your fingers again.

Let me see your nuts.

Lift up your ball bag.

Spin around.

Bottom of your right foot.

Bottom of your left foot.

Bend at the waist, spread your cheeks and cough.

Eat the corn out of my shit,

and eat that bubblegum, too.

Pasty Irish fuck, little dick.

Get him in the fucking line. | Come on. Let’s go.

All right, next. Come on, come on.

Come on. Let’s go. Get changed up.

Fuck! Junkie fuck animal.

Sit down. Sit down.

Can I have one detoxing down here, please?

Let’s go, guys. Go.

Hold up here, guys.

| Fuck you, nigger!

I’m a townie, kid, a fucking townie.

Now you’re gonna fucking die!

Fuck you, nigger! Fuck you!

You’re fucking dead!

You’re fucking dead!

Fuck you!

You fucking rat!

Done! Done! Done!

Done! Done! Done! Done! Done!

Butchy, no!

Butchy, no!

Butchy!

Inmates, get down on the ground!

We’re authorized to use force and chemical agents.

It’s your second direct order. Get down on the ground now.

Your third direct order.

Get down on the ground.

We’re authorized to use force and chemical agents.

Do it now.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the ground. It’s your last direct order.

Do it now!

Gas. Gas. Gas.

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground. Follow the direct order.

Get down on the ground. | Get the fuck out of here.

Fucking pussies, come on. | Get down on the ground.

SRT. Ready. Move.

SRT. Ready. Move.

SRT. Ready. Move.

SRT. Ready. Move.

SRT. Ready. Move.

Come on, motherfuckers.

I’m gonna fucking kill every one of you.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the ground.

Motherfuckers.

What’s up, Wease?

What’s happening, Katie?

Not much. You got them jams I asked you about?

No.

But I got dope.

Heroin.

What the fuck, Wease?

Fucking 10 times stronger and 10 times cheaper.

So this is just as good as Oxy?

Yeah. Trust me, baby.

Stop being a buzzard, Wease.

Why the fuck are you so close to me anyway?

I’m trying to do you a favor. | And I’ll take it.

Just stop being a weirdo.

Hey, don’t be like that.

Hey, Katie.

Take that.

Call me when you need more, you little fucking junkie skank.

Fuck you.

It’s not nice when they scare your girl. | I love it.

Look who’s trying to fucking stroll in. What’s that?

Listen, get the fuck out of here.

Get out of here before I kill your mother!

Go!

Hey, don’t you hurt my dog!

Your penis!

Fucking faggot.

Listen, I’ll give you half a finger of heroin

for the same price you pay for five of them pills.

Way cheaper.

Finger?

What kind of madness is this you’re spewing?

Listen, Patty.

Dope, vikes,

Oxy,

it all comes from the same plant.

It’s an opiate. It’s gonna get you high regardless.

Just mine is a lot cheaper.

Really? | Yeah.

How much of it do I need?

You know, as much as you need.

Or if you want, I can shoot you.

Shoot me?

What the fuck are you talking about?

No, you fucking Todd-pie, not shoot you-shoot you,

but shoot it up in the veins.

It hits you 100 times harder.

You get the full effect.

Trust me, it’s...

Really? | Yeah.

Look, Patty. I’m gonna show you how to do it.

This way, you’re not gonna need me no more.

So, Patty, once you got that lit,

you get yourself this.

You throw a little bit in the spoon...

Get that ready.

Make sure you got the syringe ready,

get enough water, or else it ain’t gonna bubble.

You know what I mean?

Now you just cook it.

So, where’s my finger, or my half a finger.

Well, I got two hands, two feet, I’m fucking human.

You know what I mean?

Yeah. Got my money? | That’s it, huh?

Yeah, I got your money.

It’s all there, no? | Yeah, don’t worry about it.

This what it looks like? | Don’t do it all at once.

One a day keeps the doctor away.

Here we go.

Get yourself a little bit of cotton,

throw it in, soak it up.

You always wanna make sure, Patty,

you don’t got any air in it, you know what I mean?

Or else you’re gonna kill yourself.

Here we go.

Ready?

All right. Right?

Yeah. | All right.

Don’t worry, nothing’s gonna happen.

No?

You’ll be fine, you’ll be feeling beautiful

in about five minutes.

Gotta make sure you find the vein.

Hold the fist, all right? | Yeah.

Yeah.

Fucking Weenie and Kelly walk up

with the fucking lights, like, "What are you doing?"

Right that point, the fucking stash falls right out of my pocket.

He goes, "Nothing!" And he just blasts home.

Those were the good old days. I wish we had a fucking stash.

I know. Are you kidding me? I still got a fucking stash.

You kidding me? Listen, if I lived with you two

I’d be living in a cardboard box right now.

Sneaky fuck, you. | Is there a stash, you fucking holdout?

I can’t even take this kid anymore. I can’t.

He smells like a dead bull shark.

I can’t do it. | Do you need a courtesy flush?

I can’t do it. | You are such a junk bomb.

Whatever. They gave us chili tonight.

Go suck a prick.

Who’s that?

Wease, it’s Katie.

I’m fucking climbing the Alpine slopes here.

Fuck you want, you little junk tank?

Can I cuff a few bags off you?

Cuff a few bags?

I don’t know. | Wease, I need it.

Well, you ain’t getting shit for free this time.

I’m not asking shit for free.

All right, sit down.

Make a fist.

You’re gonna get it this time.

Yeah, Wease?

It’s Patty.

Can you call me the second you get this?

I’m really jammed up here,

and I need to know

how much of this I can sniff.

I’m gonna sniff some of this now.

Bye-bye.

Patty, seen my phone anywhere?

Patty.

Wake up.

Patty. Seen my phone?

Crack 10.

Hickey boys, the super wants to see you.

Let’s go. | What the fuck is this about?

It means, get your fucking ass up.

You’re not even going to say hi to Jay?

Let’s go. | Jesus Christ.

Yeah.

Okay.

I get it.

All right.

Well, we know I hate you two pukes.

I’m gonna take some pleasure in this.

Your mother’s dead.

Fuck you! | Hey, not in my office!

Get him out. Get him out.

Not in my office.

Shut the fuck up.

? Falling

? With my arms out

? Tried to look down

? Thought I could fly

? Calling

? Could not make a sound

? Calling out for help

? Thought I would die

? Falling

? God wasn’t what you knew

? Calling

? Nobody came to you

? I feel you are turning

? Such a long way down

? It’s such a long way

? Crazy

? World that I see

? Strangers to me

? Alone in my mind

? Maybe

? This world is okay

? But I’m too afraid

? To see what it’s like

? Falling

? God wasn’t what you knew

? Falling

? Nobody came to you

? I can feel the world turning

? Such a long way

? My little doll is watching

? The walls close in Each shadow that falls

? Breeds another sin felt behind the guilt, why

? There amongst the rest that little girl lives

? As the scars deepen

? And I don’t want you to save me

? And I don’t want you to save me

? And I don’t want you to miss me

? A little more still won’t hurt

? A little more pain will set you free

? A little more rain won’t burn

? A little more love and you might find

Spider.

What you got? | What’s up, man?

It’s in the shower.

My girl will get the money up, and we’ll all be good.

All right, me and my boys want more, but you gotta come correct, dude.

I always come correct, dude.

My brother’s coming.

Dude, let me get a phone... | Since when are you politicking?

I was trying to get smokes, Jay. Just couple of smokes...

What are you, fucking jammed?

Fuck out of here, dude, motherfucking leave fucking that shit.

Where are you getting this things? Come here.

You’re fucking jammed. | No, I’m not jammed, dude.

Where are you getting these? | Look at me, I’m fine.

I’m fine.

I’m serious. I’m fine. | Where is he getting ’em?

He had his little junkie girlfriend stash it at your mother’s wake.

My mother?

I really need you to do me a solid, babe.

What?

You know the place we first banged?

Under the bridge?

Yeah. There’s a stash down there of pills.

I need you to open up a 50-pack,

I know this sounds crazy, but put it in Ma’s coffin for me at the wake.

You fucking serious? You had shit this whole time?

Just please fucking do it. I’m sick as a fucking dog. Just get it done, all right?

We get a call from the station, saying that they’re

trying to bring some girl in there before we brought you two down.

What’re you talking about? | Considering you’re fine,

but your little bro looks like he ate about 50 Oxys.

I imagine that was his little junkie who...

I’m fine, Jay. He’s full of shit.

You fucking piece of slimy shit.

Danny, I swear to God, if this is true,

I will fucking kill you.

What the fuck are you doing with me?

You’re fucking kidding me, Quinn.

| Quinn, you’re fucking kidding me.

Let me get one, Quinn, come on.

Let me get one. Come on, give me one.

Now do you trust me?

Now I trust you. Yeah, yeah.

Here you go.

I trust you, I trust you.

We have a deal?

Yeah.

Yeah. What do you want?

Can you bring ’em in?

Yup.

Can I go back and make a phone call?

Get the fuck out of here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. | Get out of here.

Get the fucking phone, will ya?

I’m fucking gonna.

Hey, Katie, baby.

What’s up? | What’s up, Danny?

I was just writing you.

Listen, just listen to me,

I need you to do me a solid, babe.

What the fuck, Danny?

Katie, just please do what I ask you, okay?

You gotta meet this guy I’m gonna hook you up with,

and give him the rest of the stash.

But Jason won’t...

Fuck Jason. This is about us.

I’ll send you some cash, like,

fucking, you need to get this done.

Just fucking do it, and don’t argue with me.

Bye.

What’s up, wussy?

Danny, your brother’s fucking bullshit.

It’s what I was calling it, you know what I mean?

Ma’s fucking coffin?

The fucking coffin?

Knock it off. Get in your cell.

I’ll fucking kill him.

I’ll fucking kill him. | What the fuck?

What are you doing?

You’re supposed to keep your fucking nose clean.

He’s going down to do a 10-day de-board right now, in the hole.

I’m meeting your girl tomorrow.

We had a fucking deal.

Don’t. No, don’t fuck this up.

You understand me?

We got a fucking deal.

You just fucking stay tight,

and I’ll keep him off your back. All right?

You understand? | All right.

Don’t you fuck up. | All right.

Don’t fuck up. | All right. All right.

Are you Danny’s friend?

No.

But I’m the guy you’re supposed to meet.

Wanna go for a ride?

Fuck off!

Jay, you know I’m so sorry. | I do.

These pills just got me fucked up, like, |||

beyond belief, like,

even behind these brick walls, like these

Oxy pills are coming in, like, fucking my head,

all the fuck up. I don’t wanna fight with you, Jay.

It’s not even you.

Listen, I’m gonna tell you one time.

It’s the last time I’m gonna say it. I love you to death.

You’re my blood.

You’re my brother.

You ever let these pills come between us again,

I’m gonna cut you, okay?

All right.

I love you, Jay.

I love you, too.

What are we doing here? | I have no idea what this is about.

Hey, boys. | Jesus.

You guys missed me? It’s been a while.

We used to spend so much time together.

Just like family.

Anyway, boys, the reason I’m here

is I’ve been following that sweet little piece of ass, Katie,

looking after my boys.

Gotta follow the girl, right?

Are you Danny’s friend?

Wanna go for a ride? | Fuck off!

She’s up to no fucking good.

You know anything about that, boys?

I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Greico.

Why don’t you speak, feet-scrub?

You see this? Look at me.

See this?

This is the symbol for a fallen brother.

One of our brothers passed away.

That’s ’cause you’re a Mickey Mouse cop.

No. But you know the funny thing?

The guy that passed away was a Mickey Mouse cop.

He’s a friend of yours, you guys know him.

Quinn, you guys know a guy named Quinn?

Tom Quinn? | Who, the CO?

Danny, you know Tom Quinn?

I don’t know who you’re talking about, Greico.

Some angry fucking detective

put about 20 fucking bullets in him and fucking killed him.

Sad thing is Quinn’s fucking dead.

’Cause if Quinn wasn’t dead,

he had a fucking shitload of Oxy in his fucking car.

But you know what?

You guys are lucky he’s fucking dead.

’Cause you guys would have been here for another fucking 10 years.

This fucking hell hole.

You boys are very fucking lucky.

You guys got lucky once again.

But I’m watching over you boys.

Hey! Fucking dirt-neck.

Why? You want some more?

Weasel, you got me pregnant, you fucking skank.

What the fuck are you talking about, you fucking junkie skank?

Junkie skank? Are you fucking serious?

It’s probably fucking Danny’s.

Danny’s in jail, Wease.

Does this look like fucking Danny’s to you?

Take it easy. What the fuck’s your problem? Jesus.

Who did you tell this to? | I didn’t tell anybody.

Who did you tell this to? | I didn’t tell anybody,

but I’m gonna tell Danny, I’m gonna tell my brother,

and when they get out, they’re gonna fucking kill you.

You’re fucking dead.

Ton of kids there.

Mattie, can I talk to him for a minute alone, please?

Yeah. No problem, Danny boy. | Thank you.

You’re not gonna believe who just visited me and fucking Jay.

Who?

Greico.

The dick? | The dick. Yeah.

Are you shitting me? For what? | No, I ain’t shitting you.

You’re gonna kill me if I tell you, Loops.

What’s up? Come on. | I made a deal with Quinn.

I had Katie pick up the stash under the bridge.

My sister? | Your sister. Yeah.

The fuck you doing involving her?

She’s my girlfriend, come on, Loops, I know. But, listen,

you’re not gonna believe, it gets worse.

She met Quinn.

She gave him the shit.

He obviously got it.

Greico shot him, killed him last night.

It’s gonna be all over the fucking news.

He knows it was me and Jay.

Or he thinks it’s me and Jay, and it’s only me.

But he can’t prove it. | He’s got nothing?

Nothing. But it doesn’t matter. | What’s he saying?

’Cause I owe every fucking gang member out there fucking money, everyone.

Who do you owe? | The Whisper brothers,

the Kings, the A-Jays.

The fucking A.B.’s. They’re so fucking deep down there.

You know what I mean? | Listen, listen, listen.

Quinn was supposed to be in today, and he’s not gonna be in

’cause he’s fucking dead ’cause Greico, who killed my father, killed him.

Like, what the fuck? | Listen, listen.

You got to fucking calm down.

Since we were kids, we handled shit.

All right? | I know, but...

Like, Butchy’s in the hole,

my brother’s in the hole. It’s just me and you.

We can’t take on the whole unit.

Why not? Listen, don’t matter who it is.

Me and you, we’ll take care of anything.

All right, get up here.

Listen... All right? We’ll take care of it.

We’ll handle it. | Will you move into my room?

I’ll give you my brother’s bottom bunk? | Absolutely, come on.

All right. | Let’s do it.

Beans, you gotta fucking handle this for me, guy.

I think I’m done. It’s just me and Loops.

I have no one else and you know what’s going on on the street.

I have no one else I can count on. Jay’s in the hole.

He’s definitely got that fucking cache with him. I know it.

I give you my fucking...

Dude, I give you my word.

I will get you the fucking cash.

Just take care of these four things for me,

get these money orders back.

It’s just gonna be a fucking big issue.

You’re my fucking boy, like, you know, just...

All right. Just handle it, please?

All right? I’ll call you tonight.

All right, later.

Yo.

I just talked to Beanzy.

Like, I don’t know who else to count on at this point,

and I don’t even think I can count on him.

I know Jay has got fucking loot out there on the street.

I’m gonna have him grab that cash

and I’m gonna try to squash this with these fucking meatheads.

So I’m gonna go talk to Jay now.

I don’t know. At this point, I don’t know what else to fucking do.

All right. I’ll see you when you’re back.

Love you, bro. | Love you.

Can I give this to my brother? | Yeah.

Horseface, what’s up? | What’s up, yo?

I gonna handle it, all right?

I’m not chucking in. Money’s coming, right?

Let’s stop the madness... | Make it happen.

Just chill the fuck out. It’s a dead issue. All right?

We’ll see, Danny. We’ll see.

Chill the fuck out.

Okay.

Dimepiece.

I’m gonna handle it, all right?

Don’t tell nobody but you’re all set first.

You’re a white guy, I’m gonna take care of you,

I’m gonna take care of those after,

don’t tell anybody, all right? You got my fucking word.

It’s a dead issue. | Make sure of that.

Okay. I agree.

Hey, Bob. | What’s up, kid?

Heads up. Heads up.

Monster, your cousin wants to talk to you.

What’s up, cuz?

I have no idea how we came to this.

It’s so funny.

It feels like it was yesterday it was parade day.

Ma was bat shit, cooking hockey puck hamburgers out back.

And in the blink of an eye everyone’s gone.

Everyone’s gone. We got our lives.

We used to breathe and walk the streets.

We’re in the fucking rat cage in these walls.

I heard about Patty and Katie.

Shit got me thinking.

I feel like shit about bringing you and Danny down that road.

Now I’m headed upstate for a manslaughter beat.

I would fucking kill niggers the rest of my life.

Cuz, it’s water under the bridge.

You did nothing. I’ll tell you right now.

You’re the strongest one out of all of us, all the time.

I just can’t wrap my head around it, that everyone’s gone.

Ma, even fucking Robbie.

Robbie’s the one who found Ma at the bottom of the stairs,

and called the paramedics and saved her life.

You fucking for real?

For what? So we can get high and she can OD?

Smarten the fuck up, Jay.

You got the rest of your life.

You and your bro.

You need to grab Danny,

get the fuck off the street. You got no friends left.

If you don’t,

you’re going to end up like Loops.

Or worse than that, like me.

I’m sorry, Cuz.

I’m sorry.

See you in a week, kid.

Not a chance, Paul.

| Psst!

What are you, fucking stalking me?

Chicken hawking. | Come here.

Come here.

I missed you.

Look at you.

How’s your stomach? Everything all right?

Yeah, they did like a Frankenstein operation on me in the infirmary.

Kid, you’ve been in the infirmary for like...

I had chicken parms all day long. So I’m good.

You believe it?

It’s done, I’m done. | Can you smell it?

It’s just me and you, Jay.

Listen to me right now. | Just me and you.

Everything we went through, it’s over.

Everything is gone. We have our lives ahead of us.

No more fucking bullshit. |

Yeah, here? | You fucking kidding me?

See you later.

You fucking serious? | Look at you!

You’re a fucking snake.

No, listen, it’s called, "shit happens." It’s Murphy’s Law.

You coming with us?

Can’t do it. I’m on a bracelet, 30 days.

Katie’s mom’s house, the only place I could go, Jay.

Who you getting a ride with? | Beanzy.

Just listen to me.

Just listen to me for one second.

Jay, I’m just getting a fucking ride.

Everything we just fucking went through,

please, please, do not.

All right? | Trust me...

I’m going to call you tomorrow. I know you’re with Beanzy.

All right. That’s fine. You’re going to Katie’s mother’s.

I’ll call you tomorrow.

Do your thing, I got to go Katie’s mom’s.

I’ll be there, I’m locked down.

All day I get like, two hours a day,

so just come see me when your done doing your thing.

All right? Bye, Riley? | I love you, I love you.

I love you, buddy. | Be good, all right?

What’s up, gangster?

We make some money or something

and eat a chicken fucking parm like it’s going out of style?

I gotta shit.

My brother, still trying to be fucking daddy.

Oh, my God.

Who the fuck invited you here?

Oh, yeah, we’re family.

Right?

How are you doing, guy?

What’s the matter?

It’s your old friend here.

What you all shook up over?

I don’t look that good, but come on. It’s me.

What the fuck you doing, nodding your head?

You in a fucking rap video?

All shook up. Look at you.

Doing all right, though, huh, kid?

Doing a hell of a lot better than me.

But since you’re so comfortable living in my place,

couple of favors to ask.

Maybe?

Water bill.

You might want to pay that.

Electric bill.

Take a look at that.

Look at this.

A letter from my dead sister.

That you never read.

Think you may want to take a look at this one, buddy.

Think you may want to read this, all right?

All right, thank you. Goodbye.

Hey, Detective Griffen.

Have a seat. | Captain...

Thanks.

Detective Greico and yourself, how do you get along?

Great, why?

I’ve been hearing not so good things

about Detective Greico.

I don’t know what to tell you, Captain.

Things are fine with us.

Anything I should know?

Anything you could tell me?

There’s nothing I can tell you about my partner.

What if I had to tell you I had something on your partner

and I need you onboard?

If I had you onboard,

I can assure you, with your cooperation

you would move up the ladder a lot quicker.

Danny, baby.

I don’t think you realize what’s going on.

Weasel had us everyone turn into heroin.

Your ma, me.

You’re gone, my brother’s gone. |

I don’t know what I’m going to do.

I don’t know how much longer I can take this.

You don’t realize what’s going on, do you?

Weasel raped me.

And now I’m pregnant and all alone.

You’re gone. My brother’s gone.

And you, all you care about is getting high in jail.

Wake the fuck up, Danny.

Weasel!

Weasel!

Weasel!

Weasel, I’m going to fucking kill you!

What’s going on, kid?

How you doing?

I think you’re doing all right.

Why did you leave me, Danny?

Me, I’m not doing too well, Dan.

You know where I’m at, right?

Down there.

Chilling with your fucking cunt mother

that drives me bananas every day.

Why did you leave me, Danny?

She never shuts up.

Robbie, the fucking monkey that fucking gave us up.

And Quinn. You remember our old friend Quinn, right?

He’s still bugging me for fucking pills, still.

Danny, baby, why did you leave me?

But I need you to do me a favor.

Before you come down and join me.

I need you to kill that motherfucker right there.

Weasel, you’re fucking dead!

Honey, you seen my brother Danny?

Yeah, I saw him chasing Weasel in the fucking hallway.

What in there? | Yeah.

He dropped that.

This is where he raped me, Danny.

Danny!

No!

You’re fucking dead!

Nice. Kill that motherfucker.

He’s my baby, Danny.

Danny, baby, why did you leave me?

Your mother drives me fucking bananas down there.

Why did you leave me, Danny? | Kill that motherfucker right there.

Danny!

Dude, what did you do?

He fucking raped and killed Katie.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I fucking killed him, I fucking killed him.

My fucking bracelet. The cops are coming. You got to go.

Oh, fuck. We got to go. | You got to go.

Come on, come on. | OFFICER: Boston Police.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go.

Fuck off! Fuck off!

I’ll fucking kill you.

I’ll fucking kill you.

Greico, fucking help me.

I’ll fucking kill you. | Greico.

Can’t I fucking finish my cigarette?

Fucking die, motherfucker.

Danny, no!

No!

Give me that shit.

Oh, shit!

Damn nigger, you seen that shit?

What the fuck was that? | Oh, fuck!

Yo, man yo. | Damn, dude.

This shit is blowing my fucking high right now. | Damn this fool, man.

Beautiful day today, huh, Jason?

I get to kill three birds with one stone.

Got the same fucking cowardly look

your father had when I killed him.

You look just like him.

| Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Damn, nigger, white boys is flying today, dude.

Victor 820.

Got three men down, one’s an officer.

At St. Catherine’s Bunker Hill projects.

Send an ambulance.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck, man.

The shit should we do, nigger?

What do we do, dog?

Oh, fuck! |

Oh, shit. This nigger’s alive, yo!

Jay! Jay!

Yo, start the car, man. Go, start the car, man!

Help me!

Fucking help me! Fucking help me!

Yo, fuck man. | You got to help me, please.

Start the car, man.

What the fuck? | Fucking help me, please.

Brother, help me.

Please help me.

Please help me get to the hospital, man.

Yo, nigger, start the car, dog.

The car, man, shit!

Come on, man.

Oh, shit, dude!

Get him to the hospital.

Fuck out of here.

Beat it, will you?

Fucking... These white boys is crazy, man.

Don’t kill us, don’t kill us,

just get us to a hospital, please.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Shut the fuck up and sit down.

The fuck’s the matter with you today, Captain?

You know what? I’m going to cut right fucking to it, okay?

You’re on leave

until these Internal Affairs fucks are off my ass.

Those two Oxy bandits,

they’re the sons

of an unarmed suspect that you killed

over 10 years ago.

Why you fucking with me, Captain?

Why you fucking with me?

I’m fucking with you? I’m fucking with you?

A corrections cop

and a Boston cop are dead on your fucking watch.

Where the fuck are the brothers?

Gone.

Vanished.

What are they, fucking Houdini?

You’re joking, right, Captain?

I’m joking.

What about the fucking melee, that fucking massacre today,

where you’re the only fucking survivor?

You got anything you want to tell me?

You got any information for me

about today’s events?

Yeah, I do have some information for you.

Fuck you!

Fuck me, huh?

You already did.

Thanks, kiddo.

This ought to get me off E.

Danny, no!

Jay! Jay! Jay!

Jay, wake up. Jay, wake the fuck up!

| The cops are coming. We gotta get out of here.

Jay, wake up! We gotta get out of here.

The cops are coming, please wake the fuck up.

Wake up. Oh fuck!

Oh fuck! Fuck!

Fuck, Jay, get up. Jay, get up. You’re all right.

Get up. Get up. We gotta go. We gotta go. We gotta go. We gotta go.

Jay, please. Jay, Jay, please. We got to go.

We got to go. We got to go. Come on.

Morning, sunshine! Remember me?

Of course, you probably wouldn’t remember me. Last time I saw you

I was screwing my .45 in the back on your skull on a project floor.

What the fuck you want? I got like 30 days left.

Let me go through my 30 days. Let me get on with my fucking life and leave me alone.

Thirty days? Kid, where do you think you’re going in 30 days?

You got blood on your hands.

What, you’re here to make me fucking roll on someone? You’re looking for someone?

You want me to roll on some fucking shithead dealers? Is that what you want?

If I do that, you take these fucking cuffs off and I ride off into the fucking sunset.

Yeah, you ride off into the sunset!

Let me tell you something, you give me a couple of dealers,

you give me some guns, some pills, that’s good.

I’m in narcotics now. I left the tactical shit.

I gotta make my bosses happy. So we can start with that.

But if you wanna ride off into the sunset, if you want a new identity and all that,

we’re gonna have to go much bigger than a couple of fucking junkies.

What the fuck you want?

Greico.

Greico? What the fuck should be for Greico? He’s a pig!

Let me tell you something.

You lost a brother, right, Danny?

I lost a brother, too.

At least a guy that was like a brother.

That’s officer Jimmy Griffen.

The fucking pig who arrested me.

That’s the pig that arrested you.

About four weeks ago Jimmy Griffen comes to me and says

that he’s working undercover with the Feds.

You know what’s disgusting, Griffen?

No, what?

A fellow detective having private meetings with the Captain.

That’s kind of disgusting.

Tom, come on.

Come on? Are you fucking kidding me?

I had to hear this from somebody else? You’re my fucking partner.

All right? He’s going against Greico,

trying to nail him for all the wrong shit he’s done.

Against my advice, he starts working with these guys,

but all of a sudden, something doesn’t feel right.

He starts getting weird calls. He starts getting weird feelings.

Doesn’t feel good about the whole situation.

So he tells me, anything happens to me, anything happens to my family,

you look at Greico, you look only at Greico.

Tom, the meeting had nothing to do with you.

I wouldn’t speak to the Captain about you or any other cop.

Two days later, Jimmy Griffen gets his brains

blown out in the train station bathroom.

Boston Police!

Jesus Christ!

So a shitbag cop supposedly kills a good cop,

none of my fucking business. What’s it got to do with me?

I know you don’t give a shit about a dead cop

any more than I give a shit about a dead junkie.

But let me tell you something that does mean a lot you.

How about your dead brother?

How about the fact that the last time he was seen alive,

Greico was laughing over the side of a building while he plummeted to his death?

How does that make you feel?

And while you’re thinking about that, I got another story for you.

And this one’s gonna blow your socks off.

It’s a picture of a rookie cop dead with a bullet hole in his brain.

Does that picture look familiar at all?

It’s the pig my fucking father shot.

Yeah.

The cop your father shot. That picture was in the Boston Herald the day

your father got shot by Greico after he robbed the bank.

Problem with that is, where’d the money go?

Danny, it’s a bank robbery, where’d the money go?

Let me tell you something.

Greico did not shoot your father ’cause he was trying to bring him to justice,

Greico and your father were partners.

Saturday morning, I’m working the beat for the bank.

At five minutes to 12:00, the female bank manager, she goes to the vault.

She gets about $100,000 in cash.

She waits for the armored car to pull up.

You have five minutes before the armored car shows up. Five minutes flat.

Greico set it up so that your father shot that rookie cop.

He would clean things up and cover for him

and the two of them would get off scot free,

splitting the proceeds.

I’m working that day with my rookie partner, okay?

We’re gonna chase you all around the marked banner

to make it look as real as possible.

But you’re going to have to do my partner.

You want me to kill a fucking cop? | Shh!

Easy. Easy.

What the fuck, Tom? I didn’t fucking sign on for this.

It’s not what we talked about.

Don’t you want this for your boys?

All I got is my boys, all right? That’s all I got.

Greico didn’t take your father down in the line of duty trying to arrest him.

Greico assassinated your father.

I think you’ve made your decision.

I checked your sizes when you were in the can.

Here’s a change of clothes.

Here’s a cell phone.

I’ll be calling you in a couple of days.

Here’s your freedom, by the way.

Pier 4. Drive to fucking Pier 4!

Hey listen... | Drive to fucking Pier 4!

I’ve got plenty of fucking Oxys and plenty of fucking money, man. No problem.

Go to Pier 4 or I’ll blow your fucking head off!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Who the fuck are you, huh?

What the fuck you want from me?

Oh, it’s you. I should have fucking known it was you.

I’ve always been waiting for you, man.

You took a long fucking time.

You never had no fucking chance

growing up in these projects with these animals.

I never had a chance? What about my fucking father, Greico?

Your father deserved to die. He was weak.

What about your partner, Griffen, huh? What about him?

What about his fucking family? | He was a dirty fucking cop!

What about my fucking brother, Jason?

What about my fucking daughter who overdosed?

You think it’s about you? Fuck you!

You wanna kill me? You’re not a fucking murderer! Put the fucking gun down!

Let me fucking die on my own with these!

Let me kill myself!

Yeah, the easy way out? I got bigger plans for you, Greico.

Your boys are on their way.

You’re a fucking rat! Just like the rest of them. You’re a fucking rat!

Don’t do it, Greico! Don’t kill yourself! Don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Don’t kill yourself! Don’t kill yourself! | What?

Don’t do it!

Jesus fucking Christ! Hickey!

Hickey! What the fuck happened?

Blew his fucking brains out.

Jesus Christ!

You got your confession, and I got what I want.

That doesn’t do me much good now, does it, kid?

You got what you want too, you know it. I’m out of here. Deal’s a deal.

Send an EMS, Pier 4, Charlestown.

Self-inflicted gunshot.

Better make it a coroner.

I lived in a place where street codes are passed down

from generation to generation.

Racism, not snitching,

and climbing to the top of the never-ending criminal food chain.

My journeys brought me to new beliefs.

Racism? Come on, will ya?

We call black people "niggers,"

and yet, we were once called Guineas and Micks.

It’s not the 1970’s where you don’t snitch.

What is a snitch? Someone looking out for number one?

At the end of the day, isn’t that what everybody does anyways?

Say what you want about me, I don’t give a fuck. Yeah, I helped the Feds.

Not only to save my own life, but to help put a dent

in the drugs and guns that had taken everyone I love

and polluted my once beautiful, historic city.

One thing you should follow though, is this,

never judge the next man until you walked a day in his fucking shoes.

Crime don’t fucking pay. Crimes pays fucking pain.

Silence equals fucking nothing.

And death equals fucking silence. Oxymorons.

Don’t even fucking think about it.

You know who the fuck I am, huh?

You know who the fuck I know, huh?

You’re down to 10 men.

Ten years for every bottle.

Boston Police! |